Derelict… The stories they left behind

‘How much for the bus?’

‘If you want to drive down that road, you can hire someone else.’

‘He lives up past the woodpile in the house on the right. But be careful, he still thinks the world is flat… ‘

‘Well you did tell her the walls were a blank canvas, so you can do the cleaning.’

‘I am telling you it’s fucking cool, you walk for about an hour, there are no roads, no paths, we just followed the coast line. It’s a perfect place for a party.’

The house sat there and rotted, the rust appeared, the pool went green and the mice moved in