“Vanessa has a very particular vision.”

He took hold of the door handle.

He didn’t open it.

“I’ve still got more boxes to pack upstairs,” Ethan said.

He turned from the car and went back up the wooden steps.

He walked into the house and let the screen door bang shut behind him.

I stood by myself in the driveway, listening to the faraway traffic on the highway.

A lone crow landed on the mailbox and flew off again.