The prompt is:
Today, choose a place to which you’d like to be transported if you could — and tell us the backstory. How does this specific location affect you? Is it somewhere you’ve been, luring you with the power of nostalgia, or a place you’re aching to explore for the first time?
Today’s twist: organize your post around the description of a setting.
1 Logan Place, London. The real Garden Lodge, an L-shaped mansion protected by a formidable brick wall atop which extends wrought iron fencing backed by further privacy screening. The door, much like the entrance to a magical wardrobe, decorated in the handwritten sentiments of hundreds of fans, is dark green to match several of the shrubs in the garden behind it’s locked face.
The curved walkways of the garden, manicured neatly around the large koi pond and cherry trees. Rose bushes bloom, a butterfly bounces in the sweet air four feet above the lawn.
“I want to eat that grass. Jim, don’t spray any pesticides, will you please?”
Have you ever seen a goose in distress? Imagine you can see from the bedroom window out upon the garden. There stands a goose, frozen and staring down into the pond.
When one of Freddie Mercury’s koi died, he cried. As a goose laying eyes on Garden Lodge for the first time in decades, he wanted to feel the velvety fins of his koi brush his webbed feet. He thought this would make him feel human again.
Freddie Mercury has taught me that there can be grief and humor–that both states can be suspended in one’s heart simultaneously.