We’re all drawn to certain places. If you had the power to get somewhere — anywhere — where would you go right now? For your twist, focus on building a setting description.
I run along the curving driveway towards the house. My dog runs along side me, on the other side of the painted fence boards, ginger coat glinting in the sunlight and pink tongue lolling out. I stop at the gate and let myself in. It is a joyous reunion!
The house is just as it was, nothing has changed, a dark, wood stained, rambling, split level. We walk around the back to the covered, concrete patio, and through one of the sliding glass doors. I take up running again – thru the dining room, down two steps, through the living room, with its stone faced fireplace and large, 4 paned window, and up two more steps through the foyer, past the dark, double front doors.
Round the corner and down the hall, past my father’s study and up the big flight of stairs, my room is the first on the right. I stop in the doorway, panting. Its pale green walls and bright orange curtains and bedspread are oddly comforting. I don’t need to look out the window; I know it looks down at the driveway. I peak in my sister’s room, next to mine; cross the hall the doors to both the bathroom and my parent’s room stand open. No one is up here. Maybe they’re all outside!
Down the stairs I skip, through our lounge, with the circle printed brown carpet. The kitchen’s on the left, and to my right is a short flight of stairs down to the lower level. I don’t hear anything from down there but the low hum of the dryer. I step out through the other sliding door back out onto the patio. Shading my eyes, scanning the grassy expanse, I can’t see anyone. No one is in the veggie garden, hidden from the house behind a short hedge. Further on I leap over the creek and head to the greying barn…
I’m not great at writing settings…can you see the house and yard? What does it look like to you?