My foot pressed the breaks and I counted as the speed dialed to zero, steady turning the steering wheel roadside which ran for miles. Emptiness was all my eyes could capture as I paused before getting out and leaving the car to rest.
I turned east, then slightly west, but not a soul except mine existed. The keys were still in the ignition, but that was fine. Only a ghost might steal it. As strange as that sounds I wouldn’t mind. Unlike people, junks of metal are replaceable.
At least the warm breeze served as a distraction. Anything to keep from thinking these thoughts and… what is that over there? A house? Was it always there?
We use to pass this old trail for years but I haven’t noticed it til now. I’ve been staring at it for 20 minutes like a lost man. It certainly wasn’t the idea I had in mind. What else am I to do?
The white panels seemed to turn a dark gray the closer I moved, with two pairs of windows almost like tired eyes that no one cared to wash, and a porch with several broken steps leading God knows where. What a pity.
Though I imagine it used to be decent once, but that boarding hasn’t had much attention except for that ridiculous tree towering over it. Attaching itself to the house had to take some time like an infection on a decaying tooth, with its claw-like hands poking and peeling away at its remains.
Maybe that house had a family, some little ones to entertain it or a picnic with loud music soothing its surroundings. Who am I kidding?
Whatever its history, it now appeared as if nothing was left to hope for. And yet, this place, with all its scars and frustration continues to be. Hmph, you and I sure do have a lot in common, don’t we?