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Saturday, January 24, 2015

Jinxed!

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.

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8 comments:

  1. I 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.

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    1. Even I loved the building in rustic raw shape. I wish it were habitable

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  2. I could live there and maybe wipe the jinx away. I do like your description though.
    The View from the Top of the Ladder

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  3. looks like a desperate attempt to rent a building! Like the edges of the image! {:-D

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    1. Yeah but the stories abound and so it stands lifeless.

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