This is the first piece of creative writing I have posted on here, yay! This is flash fiction meaning it is a very short story that still offers character and plot development. I really enjoyed writing this piece, I was inspired by thinking about fairy-tales and the idea of a house feeling magical even though it’s contents are rather ordinary.
The cottage opposite my house intrigued me. It’s five large white windows with paint peeling in all directions. The inhabitant had left the light on one night and I caught a glimpse of the interior, warm and wooden. Peering out from my bedroom window I could see a fireplace, in the corner of what I suppose is his living room. I sat and watched, painted my nails, picked them off, painted them again and watched the fire move rhythmically. I decided the figure looming inside was a male, old and rather short. A dwarf in a cottage.
My hand led me towards the brass lion door knocker, I tapped it assertively three times. The door was bright blue, the type you see in oil paintings, not glossy but rich. I pushed a piece of peeled paint back into place, considering for a moment why it hadn’t been dealt with. The door remained closed after a lengthy 5 minutes, my watch ticked mockingly. A grey cat strode along the fence surrounding the house, purring loudly. It dropped to my feet and pushed itself against my leg, I decided to leave.
I made myself dinner and pondered whether the man was married, what his job was, how he bought the house, how much did he buy it for? Again I found myself at his front door, not being able to resist my curiosity. The cat now sat next to me, as if he too was waiting for the door to open. Knock, knock, knock, once again, and no reply. I felt a sudden sense of responsibility for the cat, it seemed hungry, I had to get it inside. I carefully made my way round the back of the house; there was no cat flap in sight.
The back door was surprisingly unlocked, and I let the cat wonder in first, curving round the door before it was fully open. The smell of fresh bread and tea enticed me, calling me in. I took a step inside, feeling like a naughty child. A stained window of vivid blues and greens caught the light and shone patterns throughout the room. I took a deep breath and began investigating. The kitchen cupboard, kettle crisps, porridge oats, honey, flour, cereal, chocolate chips, pasta and a packet of dried prunes. A bowl of fruit filled with oranges and pears, a single apple and an over ripened banana. Ready made packets of yeast and flour lay on the kitchen counter, I cleaned it up for him. A butter knife and a white dish lay next to a round loaf covered in a gingham cloth. Footsteps sounded from upstairs, I hurried out, across the street, back to the comfort of my windowsill.
I hope you enjoyed that piece of flash fiction inspired by all things magical and mysterious. I am experimenting with a “stream of consciousness” type of writing which has been interesting- I think it helps the writers block many people struggle with and it provides some insight into what you really enjoy writing. Thank you for reading I appreciate any feedback which you can send to my instagram @caitlintgwriting.