The House

The nicked paint of a depressing pigeon blue and a crumbled mix of maroon and burgundy red bricks filled the girl’s eyesight. As her mother pulled into a cracked concrete driveway. The jingle of her mother’s key filled her left ear. As the unclicking of seat belt’s filled her right ear. Quickly exiting the car, a sense of fear and alertness entered her body. Yet the ebony of the night consumed both the girl and her mother.

Both of their feet meet the suffocated mahogany bricks of the dusky night. Their perception of the dusky night was brightened by the outside lights of an aging home. The light sounds of crickets stridulating filled the night air. The chipped jet black paint filled the girl’s eyesight as she looked down climbing the stairs after her mother. She looked up as she reached the top stair to their house. A swarm of moths flew in front of the sooted chiseled screen door. They flew in front of it, like soldiers protecting their kingdom from invaders. Yet in the girl’s mind, she was a soldier and they were the invaders.

The jingle of keys in the front door’s lock told the girl, her mother conquered the moth soldiers, who tried to invade their kingdom called home. She ran inside as a feeling of fear and uncertainty filled her bones. Once inside her eyes were met with the bumpiness of each flaw on the mustard yellow walls of the dining room. She smiled to herself as the aroma of red pepper, cumin, and black pepper filled her nose. Like an enchantment, her feet unwillingly dragged her to the pure innocence of a porcelain white jagged kitchen. In the girl’s mind to have popcorn ceilings as walls and a sleek ceiling for a kitchen is quite odd.

In the mind of the girl, there’s a creature with large doe eyes like a puppy but instead of those eyes facing you, they look straight up to the ceiling. And the belly of it is square instead of round. Plus the belly of the creature radiated a bright honey orange color that of a fiery flaming furnace. Then next is the creature that has a long silver tentacle, it’s the ruler over a kingdom of filthy caked cups, plates, containers, and bowls. This creature does its biddings by reigning water over its kingdom. Last we have a gigantic pearly white beast that rumbles every once in a full moon. If you open it you’ll be met with a cold chill that freezes you to the bone. But more importantly, you’re eyes will go in awe as you see the brilliant glow of strawberries, grapes, turkey, ham, tomatoes, and cabbage. These creatures of the kitchen are only a figure of the girl’s imagination.

A house is a place full beast’s that this girl is the sole ruler of and her mother is the protector of it.