The keys open an empty apartment. Vacated. Ready for new beginnings.
The floors are swiped clean, marbles glazing. Curtains removed, sun streams in. Just the dust – old and new, still hanging.
Walls painted off white. Only two holes spot the fresh cream. Carrying the remembrance of the once family painting. Drilled in. A warm feeling of the home that was in making .
The kitchen all modular and matt. The corner booked for the fridge. Ah, scratches along the floor! The table, against the wall, dragged? Extra seat? Frequent family gatherings.
The bedroom, pristine white. Not a dot the eye could spy, until, just two brown rounds along the window – rest. Saturday afternoon’s chat? the sliding windows smile. Reflecting.
Empty apartments. Not so Empty !!
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Loved this…there is a story everywhere, memories everywhere, even if not our own.
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They sure do!!. So much to write about..sigh! Only if we could manage our time..
Thanks for reading.. 🙂
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