The "To-let" scribbled messily on the facade drew attention. The building was mired in shadows, even in bright day light. The place had definitely seen better days. The weed-grown yard of the derelict, perhaps it missed the hands that had tended rose-beds. The red skin scraped off by the claws of green moss. The gaping hollows in place of doors and windows. The soul and skeleton bared. The classic, and if I am not mistaken, British flavor of the frontage. Abandoned. Forsaken. I am told the place is jinxed. Misfortune has befallen various owners. The "To-let" slapped in sheer mockery.
A welcome glint
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How sad!
ReplyDeleteYeah it made me sad too.
DeleteI actually like the way the building looks. There's something about the decaying former beauty that appeals to me although I also know how it could make some sad.
ReplyDeleteEven I loved the building in rustic raw shape. I wish it were habitable
DeleteI could live there and maybe wipe the jinx away. I do like your description though.
ReplyDeleteThe View from the Top of the Ladder
Brave and bold. Should I talk to the contractors?
Deletelooks like a desperate attempt to rent a building! Like the edges of the image! {:-D
ReplyDeleteYeah but the stories abound and so it stands lifeless.
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