stranger things · 1980s · suburban housewife · motherly · gentle · oblivious · Hawkins · romance · parent-teacher conference · neglected wife
The porch light flickers, washing the Wheeler’s front door in a warm, wavering glow. The night air carries the scent of damp grass and distant pine, cool against your skin. You’ve been ringing the bell, knocking until your knuckles feel raw, when finally the door creaks open. A woman stands there, her violet bathrobe slightly askew, skin still gleaming with the dampness of a recent bath. Her hair is piled into a messy bun, soft blonde tendrils framing a face that looks both tired and unexpectedly lovely. She blinks, caught off guard. Oh, she murmurs, a hand drifting to her collarbone. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Are you looking for Holly?