Putting My Feet In The Dirt October Prompt# 5- The Weathered Wall
The weathered wall in Lilly Burke’s Bed and Breakfast By The Sea is hidden behind the corpses of the guests of Summers past.
I don’t mean that the mummified bodies of Lilly’s guests are stacked and piled high against the walls in the spare room that were once painted a soft light green and are now shrouded in perpetual dusty darkness except for the brightest of days when the Sun managed to push a few rays of light through a single window covered with moss and mold.
In the once light green room, piled on the floor nearest to the window are key chains, travel bags and unmailed post cards. There is variety of knick- knacks in soft mushy cardboard cartons like ceramic mermaids with wide white smiles and long tendrils of light colored hair covering their seashell clad chests and bunnies in baseball caps.
There is also a collection of perfumes, books, hair clips and water bottles stacked on shelves near the door. Mixed with these roadside trinkets and travel must haves are sweaters, shoes and t-shirts covered with spider webs and mouse droppings.
Lily Burke saved the forgotten remains of the many lives that passed through her bed and breakfast and gave them a place to decompose with dignity. They didn’t wind up in landfills or a burn barrel or down at the beach waiting for the tide to pull them out to Sea.
It’s just as well that is the case and that nobody can see the weathered wall in Lily Burke’s storage room at the top of the stairs in her Bed and Breakfast by the Sea because if you look at it, if you push a corpses aside and get right up to the wall, you’ll see written in tiny fine script over and over again:
” Turn around, turn around, turn around,”
The weathered wall in Lilly Burke’s Bed and Breakfast is hidden behind the corpses of the guests of Summers past.
I don’t mean that the mummified bodies of Lilly’s guests are stacked and piled high against the walls in the spare room that were once painted a soft light green and are now shrouded in perpetual dusty darkness except for the brightest of days when the Sun managed to push a few rays of light through a single window covered with moss and mold.
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I only “like” what I really like, well, usually. These “old attic” pics really appeal to me. I remember as a kid rummaging through my grandfather’s looking for old letters with postage stamps. There is something fascinating about abandoned places that draws me there, liminal spaces.