There’s a lovely old house nearby. I’ve never been inside, but I think of it as a place where one could sit next to the rock fireplace, a warm cup of coffee in one hand, an open book in the other, and be at peace with the world.
I’ve often wished I could climb up that little stone path and sit on that porch and pretend that I lived there.
The last time I passed by, the words, “The House That Jack Built” popped into my mind. Then, quite naturally, the following little tale laid itself out in my mind. Here it is. I hope it makes you smile.
This is a wonderful story, Shirley. I love what you’re able to do with one image … It most definitely made me smile.
Now that I’m back in town and beginning to get settled … I’m going to be able to focus more on this site and hope to make it more interactive. I’ve learned a bit more about how it works and have corrected some of my early mistakes so hopefully will get it to work better for the writers.