Half-hidden by wild growth, it sits abandoned. Paint peels,
doors go unmended. Time wears upon this silent place until the people come,
chatting of abandonment, thinking themselves alone as they gather windfall
chestnuts. One of them spies a movement at a window, but no, it's just the
reflection of a passing cloud...
...or is it?
About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, go let The G-Man know!