on the side of a road. Who lived in it I don’t know. The woods around are doing their best to soak what”s above into the ground. The doors are gone but you can still walk in but I would not dance…
… nor would I sit on the sofa for a bit.
And talking not sitting beware that chimney! Yes, the one above your head that defies gravity still but not by much.
I look around and see here and there where the windows such as they were are outside and here and there charred and broken boards abound.
I wonder how loud the flames and cries did sound?