A large white mansion in a row of other houses. It is a quiet, sleepy town.
It’s been a while since I had occupants. Usually someone would be here by now. Gone for the winter to return when the sun warms. The sun shines brightly now.
Ahhhh… At last I can stretch, with no one to stop me from growing. Plenty of posts and walls to twine around.
It’s getting a little tight in here. I thought they were saying hi but they’re wrapped around me now. I can’t move, they’re all the way up my legs. I wonder if anyone can see me.
Old girl, you’ve seen better years. Paint chipped and flaking. Cracks in the siding. Foundation applied too thick and weathered. Groaning under the footsteps of ghosts. It’d sure be nice to be filled with cheerful voices and laughter. Wait a minute, here comes someone now…
*a car pulls into the driveway, people get out*
Here we are again. It’s weird being back without gramps. I almost expect him to call out and ask what took us so long. Complaining that he’s hungry for dinner. Well, this place is ours now. The weeds are growing, up the porch and choking the plants. I wonder when the last time white paint was applied. Deep breath. Time to investigate what was left to us. I wonder where to start…
Today’s assignment– For today’s assignment, write a scene at the park. Up for a twist? Write the scene from three different points of view.