Flash Fiction Challenge 31st August

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week he posts a photo grabbed off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a flash fiction piece or a poem inspired by the photo. There are no style or word limits.

The image below is from the Google Hub Photo Frame.
For the visually challenged writer, the image is of a house on a hill at dusk with an iridescent design on the ground leading up to the house.

It was the tree house to beat all tree houses, his dad had said.
Built in a fairy tale place in the top branches of a magical tree, your wishes would all come true and you would want for nothing.
There must be a catch, Toby had replied, when at 12, he was between beliefs of magic and fiction.
He had always wanted a tree house, and now was likely to get one.
Except it wasn’t his Dad building it.
Tom was a decent enough bloke and seemed to make his Mom happy which is what mattered now since his dad had passed away.
The oak tree stood at the bottom of his property and he had suggested that he and Toby build a tree house. It would be his personal and private space to invite his friends and have sleepouts if he wanted, so Toby had agreed to give it a go.

The finished product wasn’t exactly what one would call a dream house, but it was spacious, sound and dry, and Toby had some fun personalising it.
A picture of his Dad sat on a small bookshelf against one wall, he had a tiny portable stove and cool box as there was no electricity to it (yet, Tom had promised), but it was private.
He decided to sleep in it one warm night just to see how he did, and he slept as he’d never slept before.
His dad came to him in his dreams and reminded him of their chat about tree houses all those years ago. They laughed and joked about fairy tales and magic, and for the first time in months, Toby awoke refreshed and untroubled.
He picked up the picture and smiled.
‘Thanks Dad,’ he said, and swore the picture smiled back at him.