Something different for today. This is a piece I wrote a number of years back for fun, really. I needed to get a flow going and this is what happened. My challenge to you is to finish it, or to add the next scene. Between 200 and 500 words. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Are you up for it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the end of the street, near the pastureland, is a small structure, almost hidden by vegetation. So hidden, that it was some three months after I moved into the street that I saw it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho lives there?\u201d I asked of my landlady.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, that\u2019s old Joyce \u2013 she\u2019s as mad as a hatter!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho takes care of her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think she takes care of herself. Come to think of it, I haven\u2019t seen her for ages.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next day, as I set off on my daily walk, my feet unbidden set off towards the hidden house. As I came close, I heard singing \u2013 a joyous, uplifting sound, the notes lilting on the early morning rays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The house whispered into view. The windows sparkled in the burgeoning sunlight. I could see a cat indolently sunning itself in the open doorway. I was drawn to the wooden gate, festooned on either side with creepers of old-fashioned dog roses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The light emanating from the house beckoned, the singing mesmerized.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stood, uncertain, my hand hovering near the latch on the gate. I wanted to make contact. I wanted to see the owner of the voice, and I oh so desperately wanted to peek inside the little house that nestled gem-like in its Edenic garden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As if sensing my presence, the singing stopped. A shadow shuffled across the doorway, and the tiniest figure materialised out of the glistening dust motes. Bright eyes pierced towards me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The eyes twinkled, a finger beckoned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I opened the gate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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