Friday Fictioneers



Once I was the pride of the town, now I am a bargain

Abandoned, but still hopeful, awaiting new owners to come by

My windows need to be opened, fresh air would feel so good

The smell of the past is lingering everywhere

Take the bedsheets off me, let some light in, please.

I am cold, my foundation is crumbling, yet nobody cares

The old guy who comes by at night is as lonely as I am

He sleeps sheltered underneath cardboard in the back

Better days will come for both of us. I need to believe, it’s all I have.

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I often wish old buildings could talk and tell us their stories. Would we listen? Anyhow, this is my second post for the Friday Fictioneers and I proudly present my fictional story with 101 words. 

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