The withered petal of the once red rose fell onto the dusty table. The marble tiles on the floor showed hollowness. The trail of a week ago was still visible. Outside a shrill howl of the wind battering on the windows, as though trying to find a way in. The last few hours of the quickly fading sunlight fell onto a disused cage that sat in a corner of the bare house. Pale yellow feathers that seemed to glow in the sunlight still lay there. There were few items that had been left by the previous owned, each with a sad tale to tell one if they would open their eyes and heart to listen.

 

A rocking horse spun from not wood but cane resting flat on its side as if trying to watch the sun set with its wooden eyes. Broken but not forgotten like almost everything else in the house was a turntable. Once it played beautiful music to all that would wind it and listen.. They had been abandoned as junk- not wanted and likely not missed. However that was for all but one.

 

The tiles around her had turned to a rusty brown like the knife close to her. Her dark brown eyes still gazing unblinkingly to the opposite side of the wall as it would do for the rest of eternity. Already bugs had started to crawl about and infest in her. The vines outside the house seem to mutter in disbelief ‘How crude mankind had become’. Her once pretty face gradually decomposing to dust, with not a soul living in ten miles around the dilapidated house, there was no hope for discovery. She had been used like the each item in the house then disposed of. ‘A rose to love you when you die’ was the last words she heard. Alas, the end to another tragic affair. Eventually like the house she was discarded in, she would resign to the hand fate had dealt with, to walk for all infinity along the rose vines that bound with each day tighter around the decrepit house.

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