High upon the hillside, past the river and behind the trees.
Lies a forgotten house which no-one tends to see.
The old folk sometimes remember those who went before.
Yet the towns’ folk find the old stories such a bore.
A young lady sets off adventuring on the land
Inspired by the folk tales told to her by her Gran
She comes across the house in the woods all alone
And peers through the doorway to check no-one’s home
“Who goes there?” Bellows a voice from within the dark
She gulps rather loudly ignoring the thumping of her heart
“It’s me Olive”, her voice says in a squeak
“I thought no-one lived her, I’m sorry I’ll, leave.”
Rather disappointed Olive turned around to leave
“Come in child, you’re here now, you might as well have tea.”
Olive walked into the house that’s hidden in the wall
Finding herself facing an old woman 8 feet tall.
“Move Oscar out the way child and take a seat over there”
Olive looked across the hovel spotting a black cat in a chair.
Oscar didn’t take to kindly from being shifted from his perch.
Olive was a bit unnerved when he hissed and swiped at her.
Olive smiled politely as the tea was served
The cake that went along with it was superb
Her belly now full and the sun beginning to set
Olive said goodbye to the old lady she had met.
You thought there’d be a twist in the tale is that about right?
That Olive would be gobbled up or given a real fright
I thought I would be kinder to this old woman living alone
Besides, I never told you if Olive made it home?….
I think I had way-way to much fun writing this! There was so many delightfully devilish options popping into my mind. I love this image, so intriguing. If you want to ive it a go too, head over to Sue’s Page Thursday Photo Prompt – Mystery #writephoto and join in the prompt.KL ❤
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