Saturday, June 26, 2010

Empty House

The little cottage at the top of the hill seemed such a pleasant place. Night flowers bloomed in planted pots and a fire burned, yellowing the windows with warmth in the eve. Smells of home cooking and laughter floated on the breeze during the day. None of the villagers ever visited and travelers stayed away; they all knew the house stood empty.

*** Daily Writing Practice ***


  1. I like this it make a good start for a short story.

  2. Thank you. I considered expanding it, but have way too many other things going on right now.