The morning draws on. The muffled thrum of a neighbour’s lawn mower provides the base note to the batting rhythm of a moth against the large window. There is someone somewhere in the house. A staccato of heels, the shudder of an old water pipe. A waft of coffee brewing. It cuts across the scent of gladioli. It is peaceful here. Beautiful. So beautiful. Time hangs still between the slow tock of an old clock. “Do you like my old house?” I turn with a smile and answer her. “Yes. Oh yes, very much.”
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Amy says:
WOW WOW WOW!!! WANT this place. Great find. Amy x
Susan says:
Beautiful
Christina says:
This place is stuning! Love every sngle room. Thank you for sharing with us! Have a nice day! Regards 🙂
Andrea says:
Absolutely gorgeous, lovely and amazing! I really would like to visit there.
Jean Munroe says:
You should write a novel. What a scene you set with your words.