It doesn’t look like much, does it?
The emptiness has replaced the commotion and people have no reason to come around anymore. When chatter about ripping it down started up, I was tormented with thoughts of our home going down with it.
We almost just up and left but here we stand – you, me, the trees and this vacant structure.
It’s kind of beautiful.
Listen to me and listen to me good, Son; when you need to fly, you fly. But, patience? That will take you places. I may be a bird, but oh for the things I’ve seen.
This was written in response to: Friday Fictioneers. The objective is to challenge yourself to write a 100 word (or less) story that is influenced by a single photo. To read other submissions written for this photo, click HERE.