It's Friday Flash time again...The prompt is...
House
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?
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.
