There is a nice big park near my working place where I love go walking on my break when the weather allows it. In this park, there is a quaint little lodge, which according to what I read is quite old, just like the park itself (as in a few centuries old). Apparently, it is also inhabited, although I have never seen any sign of life in there. It is true that I cannot really spend too much time looking at it and not from too close, I wouldn't want to be mistaken for a peeper. But in any cayse, I like the look of the lodge, it would fit a whodunit, a horror story, or even (better) a fairy tale. It is one of these places that set my imagination on fire.
Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Wednesday, 4 April 2018
Mysterious lodge
There is a nice big park near my working place where I love go walking on my break when the weather allows it. In this park, there is a quaint little lodge, which according to what I read is quite old, just like the park itself (as in a few centuries old). Apparently, it is also inhabited, although I have never seen any sign of life in there. It is true that I cannot really spend too much time looking at it and not from too close, I wouldn't want to be mistaken for a peeper. But in any cayse, I like the look of the lodge, it would fit a whodunit, a horror story, or even (better) a fairy tale. It is one of these places that set my imagination on fire.
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