I’ve decided to respond to Criminalenglish’s challenge
It is strange, the things people grow accustomed to. Harry glanced at the newly sprouted building. All over the country, all over the world even, there had been occurrences such as this. Over the past two and half years at least four hundred and seventy buildings had appeared in Cumbria clone. Four hundred and seventy houses dotted amongst modern houses. They never turned up in a field, or an open space. Only where the ground had already been saturated with concrete and tarmac.
When the first such appearance had occurred there had been outcry. People believing it was a hoax of some description.
But after the fiftieth or so people just stopped caring. Yes, they’d pay extra attention to the radio in the morning. Didn’t want to be late for work because a falling down ruin of a castle had appeared in the middle of the road. But theses disturbances were now regarded as nothing more than traffic delays. And in certain cases a source of building material. Occasionally they even proved useful. Harry’s cousin used one as a shed.
But for the most part they were ignored. Maybe the government was investigating where they came from. Or scientists. Harry didn’t know. The appearing buildings features that had run for days in the news had been replaced by Wayne Rooney’s foot. If he was honest with himself, which he tried to be, Harry would admit he wasn’t that curious. Oh at first it had all been a bit of excitement, wondering where they came from, what the explanation was But the longer it continued the less interesting it seemed. No one knew anything more than they had that first day when a cottage, complete with a mouldy thatched roof had appeared in London. Missing all its windows and half a back wall, it had promptly been proclaimed “off-limits”. Even now no one was allowed go near that particular building. None of the later ones earned such protection.
Now every street had its own example of the UHP; oh yes, the government had acronymed it. Unexplained Housing Phenomenon. And each individual building was given a number. A unique identifier.
Sweet. I like your off-kilter way of looking at the picture and seeing something odd in it.
And the unique identifier bit? Librarians… :-)
The Magician, 18:00 Thursday? Wanna?
Off-kilter……good word. Love it, something very Dirk Gently about that, and I mean that as a compliment.
Superbly done! I love how you covered the bigger picture and the detail.
And I wish Harry was a bit more interested and found out where they came from.
Not librarians NM, governments. If it was librarians they'd have catalogues them by time appeared and style of building. These were just numbers :)
Anne, Harry isn't really an "issue solving" kind of guy. He'd like someone to solve the problem, but he couldn't really be bothered. All he wants is for the shadow across his garden and kitchen window to go away.
Oh, I like that! 'Unexplained Housing Phenomenon' indeed! I bet the MoD made a report that it was caused by atmospheric conditions and plasma and filed it away! Good one. I like the way everyone's mildly puzzled but essentially willing to get on with their lives anyhow. Very enjoyable. :)
I wanted a better, flashier term, but with only 15 minutes couldn't come up with anything better :)