Decay - Part 2
The second part to my intensely vague story decay.
The houses were arranged along an old, cracking road. The houses themselves were ghosts of previous lives. Once members of a delightful community, now they have broken windows and boarded doors, and further scars of abandonment. The lawns have grown large bushes, which have died like the houses.
The figure continued to walk down the street, delving further and further into silence the more it walked away from the crows. The wind was stopped by the houses so the leaves remained stationary in the streets. Everything was stationary, it was like a picture. The only thing still moving was the person in the coats.
The houses continued for a ways and eventually ceased into a larger street with larger brick apartments on the far side. The figure continued walking and entered one of these buildings. Inside, the person walked up to the highest level of the structure, removing the layers that covered them. First was the gloves, which revealed delicate pale hands. They lightly grasped the railing as she continued up the stairs. Next to be released was the hood, and on doing so it revealed long blonde hair. It was now apparent that this character was a young woman. She entered an unlocked room and removed her scarf and coat, and as she released her coat the leaves fell out and onto the floor. There was evidence that this happened regularly. She had a light face. Light enough that it was difficult to determine which part of her face was exposed to the cold and which was covered. She hung these onto a hook on the back of the door. After she took off her coat, she was wearing simple cotton jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt. Her form was elegant and proportioned magnificently.
The room she was in was very plain. It's wood floors looked like it could barely support the furnishings that stood on top of it. There was an old brown couch and chair angling each other. Against the wall there was a full bookshelf, which contained many old books with titles either tattered and worn or relating to love of some kind. These books were stacked to fill the shelves completely. Further literature was stacked on a table near a door to another room. The girl walked over to and laid down on the couch. This did not grant relaxation to her, for her face remained in its thoughtful expression. She laid there without sleeping for long afterwards, the wind managing to blow through the cracks in the walls and the windows.
The figure continued to walk down the street, delving further and further into silence the more it walked away from the crows. The wind was stopped by the houses so the leaves remained stationary in the streets. Everything was stationary, it was like a picture. The only thing still moving was the person in the coats.
The houses continued for a ways and eventually ceased into a larger street with larger brick apartments on the far side. The figure continued walking and entered one of these buildings. Inside, the person walked up to the highest level of the structure, removing the layers that covered them. First was the gloves, which revealed delicate pale hands. They lightly grasped the railing as she continued up the stairs. Next to be released was the hood, and on doing so it revealed long blonde hair. It was now apparent that this character was a young woman. She entered an unlocked room and removed her scarf and coat, and as she released her coat the leaves fell out and onto the floor. There was evidence that this happened regularly. She had a light face. Light enough that it was difficult to determine which part of her face was exposed to the cold and which was covered. She hung these onto a hook on the back of the door. After she took off her coat, she was wearing simple cotton jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt. Her form was elegant and proportioned magnificently.
The room she was in was very plain. It's wood floors looked like it could barely support the furnishings that stood on top of it. There was an old brown couch and chair angling each other. Against the wall there was a full bookshelf, which contained many old books with titles either tattered and worn or relating to love of some kind. These books were stacked to fill the shelves completely. Further literature was stacked on a table near a door to another room. The girl walked over to and laid down on the couch. This did not grant relaxation to her, for her face remained in its thoughtful expression. She laid there without sleeping for long afterwards, the wind managing to blow through the cracks in the walls and the windows.
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