The Indie Exchange #FlashFiveFriday: House

It's Friday Flash time again...

The prompt is...
House

#FlashFiveFriday is a weekly flash fiction/flash blogging prompt run by The Indie Exchange.

The rules are very simple if you’d like to take part:

1) Write for no longer than five minutes;
2) No upper or lower word limits;
3) You must write something new;
4) You can prepare your post ahead of time but the 5 minute limit still applies; and
5) If you add your blog post to the weekly linky you must visit five other blogs that week too to show your support.

Click the link to read other people's flashies... 
http://theindieexchange.com/flashfivefriday-11-house/     
Why not give it a go?

Here is mine:


The house in the forest

In the summer of my mind I spy a house. Windows darkened and curtains drawn, the sun blazes down on the cracked windowpane. Water trickles from a broken drain. Grey paint flakes from the wooden door that has stood against the elements and braved them for so many dark winters long. The red brick is dashed with a few pebbles, but most have been cast out, long gone. On top, a brown-tiled roof sits perched like a well-worn hat that has seen better days and is hurrying off to a second-hand shop, but charity seems to have departed this home. 

In my mind’s eye I see people busying themselves. A woman hangs blankets on a swinging line, a laughing boy cycles nosily, a girl runs rings round a barking, leaping dog, and a stern man huffs and puffs his way through the daily newspaper. 

In my dream I walk for miles in never-ending circles of wandering beneath the dipping branches and the falling yellowing leaves of autumnal mists. I wither in the turning. The rivers run fast towards the end of times, the skies open their arms in mourning. In my dream I turn towards the eyes of glass staring back at me, knowing that the house is me.