Moments of Wonder and Ponder

 The house was located on the left side of a small, narrow street, where both sides were fully overgrown with an abundance of wild trees, grass, and weeds - it was as though they were all neglected properties being left for years.  The two-storied house itself was small, it had a triangular-shaped roof, a dirty, muddy, rusted colour on the cracked walls that seemed to collapse. A rusted roof falling apart with holes in it all over it, windows were not too small, there were three of them, all closed with a plank from the inside. The entrances were on the ground floor, the doors by themselves not present; a dark purplish wall could be overseen through the inside, rubble was heaped in the entrance of one of them and the grassy weeds prevented anyone from stepping in. One of the three windows were on the up floor, a door with a tiny balcony in front of it, some plank that had fallen was stuck in-between the balcony and door- as if it was thrown away by the furious wind. Thin and green, a t

 A descriptive text from the perspective of a little child as he is taken with his grandfather to a forest in the village, in search of the witch who is supposed to cure everybody's problems and sicknesses. It was in an overgrown, dim forest, at the corner of it a vague shadowy hut was overseen. The path had been created perhaps through the years of carriages and people passing by it, there weren't any huts around the forest -  so we assumed it would be the one we were in search of. Close by, I could sense I didn't belong there, I felt like grabbing my grandad's hand and darting out. It was a tiny odd-shaped muddy-coloured hut, with a cluster of palm leaves placed above it to form a secure roof, uneven, rough, mud walls surrounding it - fully covered in moss that made it look awfully damp and enough to collapse on one of us. Trudging toward the hut, I tiptoed continuously, as red ants scampered all along the path vigorously trying to capture a bite from my feet. All I c