Houses

[squirmelia]

The houses were fresh, yet pale, and set against a demanding blue sky. No-one had ever lived in them before, and some were still only half built, yet to be fully germinated. I walked along further, until the houses were out of sight - the smell of tar was at once overwhelming and I then noticed the pink mallow flowers blooming. A few steps more, abandoned, next to the pavement, was a sheet of silver board, glimmering in the sun, reflecting grey stones.