the people in the house by the pines

[personal, informal project]
there is a house, large and of improbable structure, backed against a pine forest at the edge of town. sometimes the wind picks up the sound of a banjo on the front porch, or the smell of rotted flowers from the vases lined up on the window sill, and carries them out to the person who needs them.
sometimes the people in the house by the pines come into town for groceries and the old ladies sitting outside the convenience store whisper to each other.
sometimes you find yourself in the front yard.