plucking a thought – just for fun

When Jeb arrived at the house it was late, and although he was loathe to admit this to himself, the chill and dark that permeated the empty rooms unnerved him.† Walking up he’d noticed that someone had spelled out the street name on the door with brass lettering, lest the house forget what street it belonged to. Now he stood in the hallway and wondered at how the occasional edges of light cut eerily through the darkness, creating a sharp, spooky effect of things being broken. Richard had written out instructions for Jeb on a [Calvin Klein] shirt label that he’d pulled out of the wastebasket, but having checked his pockets Jeb concluded that he had already misplaced it. He thought it might be in the car, but the only parking he could find was nearly a mile up the road, and the evening was quickly settling into a drizzle.