IMAGINATION
A Short Fiction Fantasy Story By Bob Kaster
I’m an old guy. A widower. I live by myself. My 1906 two-story Victorian is in the old part of town. Wonderful house, no view. Three times more valuable if anywhere else. Beautiful mountains are out there somewhere. But I see the back of the police department. Much recent activity there. Extensive building renovation. Parking lot a staging area for heavy equipment. Every morning, I watch and hear the progress.
