October 23, 2009

a long time coming.

back at uni now, updating things. this is from the portfolio i submitted for fiction last year. the lack of paragraphing is intentional, not a formatting error. 


The House on the Hill.

There is a house on the hill. There is a house on the hill that is grey. There is a house on the hill that is grey with green gables. There is a grey house with green gables on a hill and ivy is climbing up its walls. Ivy is climbing up the walls of the green gabled grey house that sits on the hill with a dog outside its front door. The ivy-clad green gabled grey house on the hill has a dog outside its front door and an old man walking up the path. An old man is walking up the path to the dog which is sitting outside the front door of a green gabled grey ivy-clad house that is up on a hill looking down on rolling farmland and a tractor in the distance. The tractor in the distance, which is being looked down on by a grey house on a hill with green gables and ivy and a dog and an old man in front of it, is carting corn to the next village. The tractor carting corn which the green gabled grey house is looking down on is blue, which is the same colour as the old man’s eyes, who is currently patting the dog sitting outside the ivy-clad front door of this grey house. The dog being patted by the old man, with blue eyes the same colour as the tractor, is a Labrador, but an old Labrador, whose coat has faded with age from black to a kind of grey in a marked contrast with the old man’s eyes which look like the same colour as the tractor carting corn to the village in the distance but in actual fact are a few shades darker. The village in the distance is framed by a clump of trees on either side that are in full leaf and green but a very different green to the green gables of this ivy-clad grey house. The green gables of this grey house clad with ivy are a dark tennis court green whereas the leaves on the trees are a leafy light green that seems to smile in the sunlight in a similar way to how the old man is smiling now as he pats the grey-black Labrador that sits outside the front door of the house. The front door is red, which matches the unusually placed phone box to the left of the house, but clashes with the green gables and the purple ivy which clings and hangs and climbs up the side of this grey house which sits high up on the hill, overlooking rolling farmland and the bright blue (brighter than the old man’s eyes) tractor which is carting corn to the next village framed by leafy green trees. The phone in the unusually placed phone box to the left of the green gabled grey house on top of the hill begins to ring and the old man looks up from patting the dog but does not move down the path to go into the phone box and answer the phone. From the green gables, a sash window opens and a head with equally blue eyes appears through the ivy which clings to this hilltop grey house and shouts down at the old man to stop patting the dog and go and answer it. The old man who is crouched by the red front door of the grey house on top of the hill and patting the black-grey Labrador, stands with effort and walks to the phone box to answer the phone. In the time that the old man with the bright blue eyes the same colour as the tractor currently leading corn to the leafy green village has walked to the phone box to answer the ringing phone which has stopped ringing by the time he has reached it, the red front door has opened shocking the black-grey old Labrador dog which had curled back up to enjoy the sunshine, and the head from the sash window with the same bright eyes has stomped out attached to a body and legs holding a basket full of clothes. The old man with the bright blue eyes turns to the girl with the eyes of a similar shade who has just stepped out of the grey house with green gables and says that he missed the phone. The bright eyed girl, with the basket of clothes, who had just left the grey house with green gables and a red front door, shakes her head and walks in the other direction onto the grass-green lawn to hang the clothes from the basket onto the washing line. The grey-black Labrador, who had been sitting patiently outside the red front door of the green gabled grey house with ivy running down the side, sees a leveret run through the gate towards the grass-green lawn with the washing line where the girl with bright blue eyes is hanging up the washing and chases after it knocking down the pole holding up the washing line on which the bright blue eyed girl is pegging clothes. The clothes that the girl with the blue eyes, which are really very bright, is hanging up scatter across the lawn causing her to chase after the once-black dog chasing the leveret shouting and cursing. The old man whose genes have given the washing girl her bright blue eyes has called back the number which had just caused the phone box to shrill and chirrup and has found that he and the girl need to head to the leafy green village that the blue tractor was carting corn towards and so he limps past the red front door of the ivy-clad grey house with the green gables to the grass-green lawn to try to chase the brightly blue eyed washing girl chasing the black-faded-to-grey Labrador chasing the sneaky little leveret which has found a gap in the fence and run away to freedom. The old man with the not-so-bright blue eyes and a gouty limp catches up with his blue eyed and red faced granddaughter as she stands at the fence shouting at the black-grey Labrador who is looking longingly at the small gap in the fence and wishing that he could sneak through. The old man tells the young girl what the voice on the end of the phone inside the unusually placed red phone box had to say and the redness in the young girls face drains out leaving it a strange shade of yellow and she grabs the hand of the old man with the blue eyes a similar colour to the tractor which has now reached the village with its load of corn and they jump into a muddy red car and speed off down the long hill on which stands a grey house that has ivy wrapped around the green gables and the red front door and which looks down on rolling farmland with an unusually placed red phonebox to the left and a grass-green lawn to the right where clothes are scattered over beds of purple and orange dahlias and a washing line pole lies abandoned in the centre. 


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