The Room of One Man and All

Fiction

He kept the yard immaculate.

She did not require their yard to be immaculate.

Her yard needs began and ended with a sturdy fence so their dog wouldn’t run away.

He played guitar and sang songs, songs written just for her.

She had never had a song written for her, or heard a song sung so beautifully, at least not by a man who made his living as an electrician.

They took one trip a year, her choice of destination, with his only demand being that there were rocks to climb.