Literature
Mary Anne | The Visit
Mary Anne Part I: The Visit As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the sleepy suburban streets, a beat-up old sedan trundled down the empty road. As Ewan spotted a narrow strip of concrete jutting out from the curb, he pulled over, carefully positioning the car at a slight angle to avoid blocking any driveways or pedestrians passing by. The car had seen better days, but for Ewan, it held a special place in his heart; after all, it was his first. Ewan double-checked that his keys were safely tucked away in his pocket. He ran his hand through his hair, smoothing stray strands before focusing on the house across the street. It was a small, cosy bungalow with a neatly trimmed lawn and potted flowers lining the front porch. His grandmother's name, Mary Anne, was etched onto a wooden sign above the doorbell. Ewan took a deep breath and stepped out of his car, closing the door behind him. He hesitated momentarily, staring at the familiar sight of his grandmother's cosy tiny