Green Gable

#Wss366 #Mastoprompt #WordWeavers 21. How much detail? Part 4.

The tall gabled house stood on a hill with cottonwoods sheltering it from the dry wind. That was my first impression as the buggy drove toward it. We were traveling just fast enough for the red dust kicked up by the wheels to drift behind us in a lingering plume.

The weathered cowhand driving spat tobacco and muttered, “Durned if I know why they put’er there.”

As we drove up, the chickens, lazily scratching in the yard, scattered. An old rusty hound peered at us from under the porch, then went back to sleep.

The house was as sleepy as the hound and the slowly drifting cottonwood fluff. Peeling white paint revealed gray wood, as soft as a dove. A #green #shutter in the high gable caught my eye—half-open, gazing at the newcomer.

This was my new home. I wondered if it would be better than McMyrt’s Orphanage.

Note: The house is the character.
Reminiscent of #AnneOfGreenGables

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