There’s this house not far from where I live, where I used to see children playing in the front yard. This summer, the grass got longer and longer until it seemed as if it had been abandoned. In the evenings sometimes, I’d walk by to see if there were any lights on.
The gate to the back yard stands open, so I ventured inside. Curtains inside the house are slightly propped open, but it stands empty inside. On the side porch crookedly lies this old swinging bench.
Growing up past my knees, the grass was almost too think to tromp through. Although Naomi (my daughter/model) wasn’t so excited to sit on the bench, I tested it out, and it held fast. Earlier in the day, it had rained profusely, so the damp wood made for even richer textures.
I am intrigued by this house, why it’s been abandoned with the curtains shifted open slightly. It seems as if someone will poke an eye out the window at any moment.