The house was still. The roads and skies were still. In the silence of the room her heart was beating steadily. Everywhere she looked, out of the wide windows, the houses were covered in what looked like brown flowers; a wild ivy without its evergreen bones. Some were small flowers and some were bigger. Yet, they didn’t really behave like flowers. They seemed to ripple, instead, and flutter in strange waves. Only one other house that she could see still had clear windows and clear brickwork.
The Brown Flowers
The Brown Flowers
The Brown Flowers
The house was still. The roads and skies were still. In the silence of the room her heart was beating steadily. Everywhere she looked, out of the wide windows, the houses were covered in what looked like brown flowers; a wild ivy without its evergreen bones. Some were small flowers and some were bigger. Yet, they didn’t really behave like flowers. They seemed to ripple, instead, and flutter in strange waves. Only one other house that she could see still had clear windows and clear brickwork.