The House

It comes to her in a dream every so often. She sees it from the road, a long ranch running parallel to the street. A covered porch runs the length. There's a swing, and several chairs. Ivy grows up over the porch, and hangs down in places. Impatiens droop from baskets between the posts. The front lawn isn't very deep. The drive is to the right.

Huge trees tower over the house. Shrubs fill the space between the porch and the walk to the drive.

She'll see it someday. It's out there.