Thursday, April 8, 2010
When was the last time?
It looks like a haunted house. If I were a younger girl I would be obsessed with the mystery of the dilapidated home. I walk by it nearly every day, noticing some tiny detail and wondering if anyone will ever come to reclaim this home and to enjoy the details. There is a broken basement window and I have no doubt that there are many a furry critter making their home inside.
I imagine that there was once an old widow living there and she is now either gone or in a nursing home. Her children, in my mind, are too sad to bring themselves to do anything with the home. Maybe they grew up there and the house is filled with memories, good and sad. Maybe they want to go in, but don't know where to begin. Maybe they too are gone and nobody knows what to do with the empty home.
I can see curtains in the window, faded now as they've seen too many sunny days since they were last opened. Dust covered and coated in cobwebs, the home is empty. Throughout the day I wonder what the sunlight looks like inside, creeping in through the little openings as it makes its way through the sky.
Posted by Maria Rose at Thursday, April 08, 2010