Brick House – Fiction Friday – If Walls Could Talk

I am the brick house, stop laughing, I was built by one of the three little pigs.

I have been sent to represent the straw and stick houses that are long gone.

I don’t have much to say for myself except to remind you that a well built structure beats anything slapped together in a hurry.

I am really good in a fire or storm. If my roof is good.

When the wolf came to the door the other two pigs were already here. I must tell you that when the smoke house was having his turn my occupants became a little nervous.

When the smoke house ended by pretty much saying that neither Mike nor David would get as far as rounding up a real live pig, they relaxed a bit but asked me to keep a goodly space between us.

I am a one room house with a big heavy front door and one window with four panes.

While I was built to withstand wildlife attacks I was only built for immediate protection.

I know there are other brick houses but I think I am at least as famous as the house that Jack built. I know I am more durable than the gingerbread house.

Okay, I can see some of you are getting a little angry about my bragging so I’ll just stop talking and let the next guy have a turn.

Brick House