Edward would laugh and say it’s a surprise – #fridayfiction
“A swing for the back porch?” she’d say. “A hope chest? A picnic table?”
Each time Edward would laugh and say only that it was a surprise.
Back then the loft was simply an attic, a place with bare rafters that framed the house and held up the roof. The only way to get up there was a folding staircase that disappeared into the ceiling when it was not being used. A few sheets of plywood surrounded the staircase and formed a small square of flooring. But if you wanted to go from one side of the attic to the other, you’d have to make your way across the two-by-fours. One wrong step and you’d come crashing through the ceiling.
Ophelia smiles; she can still see the pride in Edward’s face that Christmas morning.
“We’d used all our money to buy the house, so that year we agreed not to buy Christmas presents.”