Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Wednesday exercise: Improvise a story to a photo

What was inside? She was inevitably drawn closer to the green mass, which occasionally gave away that there was an old house in stone under the moss and the vegetation. For how long had it been empty? There were no traces of a road here, no paths. Whenever the house was built and used, it had survived the turn of the tide. Some could of course object to the word "survive" considering the east wall had been merged with two growing treas, and the roof was covered in such camouflage of thicket that no cartographers for a long time made any black dot for a house on the spot. But it was still a house.

She peeked through a window. Now it really became a surreal experience she thought, as she saw a set kitchen table with plates and cups and a copper pot in the middle. If the pot has still been shiny she probably would have felt differently, but it was faded with green patches as copper becomes with old age if not tended to. What ever happened in there, they sure left in a hurry, she thought, leaving just when the dinner was ready.

Then she saw the skeleton sitting in the chair at the end of the table.