The Avery Legacy

James Avery had just inherited his Mother’s country home in East Norsington. A run down shack that once upon a time had been the loveliest house in town. But after the death of his Father 10 years ago and his Mother’s ailing health, the house fell into disrepair and the elder Mrs. Avery was much too feeble in her old age to keep up with it.

So, on a rather unremarkable October day, James Avery and his wife, Lily, moved into his old house, the one and only inheritance his family had left for him.


"I'm sorry it's not everything you wished."
"Don't be sorry. It's a home, and it's ours, and we'll make it our home," Lily said softly.
"But it's falling apart!" James cried. "It will probably fall completely into ruin before the end of the year."


"Well, we've both got our hands, our health, and if I remember, you're quite the handyman... I think we'll be ok. Maybe in the Spring I'll start a garden and we can plant fresh flowers... this is an adventure!" Lily exclaimed. James nodded lightly in agreement. His wife was right, at least they had a home and it didn't cost anything (upfront anyway), and he was a handyman...


The next morning, James woke up bright and early to tackle some of the brambles overtaking the yard.


Worn down furniture was littered behind unkempt shrubbery. He kept a look of determination on his face, but part of him wondered if they would ever restore the house to its once formal glory.


"Well someone is hungry!" Lily laughed clearing off James first plate. He had been working in the yard all morning and afternoon and had worked up a large appetite.


Lily knew everything would work out for them. There was just something about this house... it seemed to hold a promise of good things to come.