The abandoned house shuddered on the hill. Wind whistled through the trees with the laughter of children who once lived there. Inside … sections of ceiling lay limp in the stale air. Fragments of plaster lie damp on the well trodden floor. Window frames rotten and blistered , nursing mildew and rising up wallpapers that peel. All around are the artifacts of a life lived and hastily abandoned, mattresses, dolls, sepia photographs...
How long has it been since the fragrant smell of a Sunday dinner ? … if there ever was one.
