Skyler Walker
Mr. Stephen Driscoll
Nobody had seen old man Driscoll in a while. Somebody called the police, and they found him in his garage, dead from a heart attack. All around him were metal sculptures. A dog. A house. Some children. And on the workbench in front of him, was a wife. Half completed and shiny. Nobody went to his funeral, but he had been covered with a swath of cloth with small blue flowers stitched onto in.
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Old man Driscoll lives at the end of the block in his worn, grey house. Around it is a chain-link fence and a hopeless patch of dead grass. He lives there alone. He does not work, but rather spends most of his waking hours in his garage, tinkering with something or another. Inside his house he has a tired looking armchair with blurred flowers on the cushions. His kitchen had been gutted, and now has only a fridge, a stovetop and a sink. No one knows how he pays his bills or buys his food. No one knows much about old man Driscoll.
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No one can actually remember the last time they saw Mr. Driscoll’s wife. When asked about it, he says that she left to Japan. To go learn about the culture that she was so interested in. That was some time ago. His children never visited, and his dog had died ages ago. He doesn’t have very many friends anymore, but he’s recently start getting these strange packages. Funny thing is, nobody remembers his wife ever talking about Japan.
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Mr. Driscoll had been working at an accounting firm for quite a long time, he was one of the oldest partners, when a young intern started working form the firm. She was a pretty little thing with her face all painted and her hair neatly braided. This was the sort of little town where news got round fast, so when she falsely accused Mr. Driscoll of raping her, he was fired and shamed without so much as a question. By the time he was proven innocent, the whole town was against him. And it seems Mrs. Driscoll and the children weren’t all the fond of him anymore either.
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After his children left for college or for work or to just get away from this town, Stephen lived with his wife and dog in their little home. He had recently gotten a raise from work so he and his wife decided to renovate their kitchen, as it was a few years old now. They cleared it all out except for the fridge, the stovetop, and the sink. As a bonus, they found a box full of love letters under the cabinets. They were from the houses original occupants.
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Stephen Driscoll had a small blue house with a white picket fence when he lived with his wife and his two-and-a-half kids and their dog. He worked eight hours a day, five days a week at a small accounting firm. Inside their house was a nice living set from sears with small blue flowers on the cushions. Their kitchen was top of the line stainless steel with one of those little islands in the middle of the thing. They were well off enough to afford those fancy soaps with the herbs in them. A very nice small family.
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Mr. and Mrs. Stephen Driscoll had just moved into their new blue house at the end of the block. They moved in because of Mr. Driscoll’s new appointment at an accounting firm, a job which they both knew would give them security well into their old age. They had bought a new set of furniture for the place. Nicely fluffed with small blue flowers detailed on the cushions. They were expecting their first child in a few months, and were planning on getting a dog to play with. They would make a nice small family.