This week’s fascinating photo prompt came from Joyce Johnson. Not an easy one!
There was no mistaking cousin Fester’s house.
Martha dropped her suitcase, tutting as she used her shawl to wipe the dust and cobwebs from the bronze face by the gate. Such vanity, she thought grimly.
Within 24 hours, the house was unrecognisable. Windows gleamed, mahogany doors glowed, and sacks of wine bottles, empty beer cans and girlie magazines were stacked outside on the pavement.
And shortly after, Martha stormed out again, red-faced.
At the gate, the bronze smiling mask wore a ferocious scowl, and the pointing hand had revolved anti-clockwise, ninety degrees.