My parents walk the dogs in the woods behind their house several times a day. One day they ventured farther than usual and stumbled upon a chimney standing alone in a little clearing. The house has rotted away and there are no signs of a yard but for an old well half-filled in and a pile of stones.
We are left not knowing who lived there or what they did for a living. The image of that chimney in the woods, however, is captivating: