another unused opening

by uzwi

There have been two mysterious events along the High Street since we came to live here. I say “mysterious” to mean: ask as we might, we couldn’t get anything out of the woman in the cheese shop over the road about what happened in either case. The first was a loud bang at perhaps three in the afternoon, followed by the sound of falling glass and a car alarm going off. Everyone came out of their shops and looked in the direction of the accident and shook their heads; but afterwards no one seemed keen to say anything about it.

The second event was less easy to parse, and took up much of a late afternoon and evening. Across from our sagging town house is an old mews, wider than an alley but not wide enough to be called a street, that runs past the back of the butcher’s for a few yards before diving steeply out of sight towards the river…