Monday, July 27, 2009
Abandoned
Wooden structures lie along the dusty street. Houses lie on one side and stores and work buildings line the other. One house still has furniture in it, set up just as if the family still lived there. The saloon doors swing on their hinges in the breeze. The horses of the mounted officers prance uncomfortably as their riders stare. The storage tower looms in front of them. One of the officers opens the creaking door of a building with a sign that says, "Peltier General Store" on top and peaks inside only to see empty selves and dust collecting on the locked cash box; his foot marks imprinted on the dusty floor. He closes the door and turns to face his companions. There's no doubt about it; this town has one word stamped across it. Abandoned.
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good job Ruth! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is really cool. You know what would be cool? If for just a little bit you could step out of the 19th century... I know it's really hard ;o)... and write a really good descriptive thing like this about something modern. When I first started reading this I thought of the aftermath of a hurricane, which made me think that it would be really cool if you could write about that. Or, maybe since your cup of tea seems to be the 19th century, I could give it a try with the modern twist? I'll think about it ;o)
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