This charming door is on a house nearby that I often walk past. In the middle of large lake front homes is a charming smallish home. Possibly a 3 or 4 bedroom home that is about 80 years old ( most in the area are 130 to 150 yo).
We love the door that sets it apart from all the others. Looks like they found it in a mideavil castle. We refer to it as the witches door with fond feelings because of the half-moon.
October 1, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that happens on the dusty trail. It can take place anywhere. Who is your character, where are they going, and why? Bonus points if they meet up with Kid and Pal from D. Avery’s Ranch Yarns and Saddle Up Saloon (they hit the trail so TUFF could take over the saloon). Go where the prompt leads!
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Sally walked along the trail covered with dust, no rain in almost two months along her beloved ridge of mountain. This was where she came to clear her head from all the noise of her family of 11 siblings, all talking at the same time. She knew that she could only have a few minutes before someone was looking for her. What would she find here today? Would he still be here, was he feeling well enough to leave?
As she searched the trees and bushes there was no sign of him. The eagle free from his trap was gone.