Window Watching

I'm standing in the kitchen, gazing out the window at the activity diagonally across the street. People are loading furniture into a rented moving van. "Hmm," I think. A few days ago I watched men load furniture from the same house into a Salvation Army truck. I realized that furniture must have been left over from last Saturday's garage sale, which I had watched from the living room window. Slamming car doors woke me at 7 a.m., and I'd taken a cup of coffee to the window to see what the noise was all about. I noticed a young couple arranging items in their car port, and potential buyers already circling in the alley.

As I watched the work today, I remembered when the young couple moved in. It was less than a year ago. Previously, an ill, elderly woman lived there with a companion who helped her into and out of a car. She probably passed on, but the house never sported a "For Sale" sign. So, the young people were probably renters. Given the amount of furniture they donated to charity, I suspect they are breaking up housekeeping and wonder what happened?

See, just idly watching out the window, story ideas float into a fertile mind.