Inspired by challenges at Poet's Place Cafe, a forum designed to hone your writing skills. |
| Forgotten The old house sits back from the road, a weathered white porch sags, a broken rail propped to the side. An ancient oak ominously leans over the patched, curled roof. A shattered side window repaired with cardboard and duck tape suggests a previous break in. Concealed within, a lone flicker of light. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |