Saturday, June 29, 2013

556 : Vacant.


The door is unlocked
And swings open noiselessly.
The house seems empty.
No carpets.
No curtains.
No furniture.
Footsteps are hard
And echo as you enter.

Hello?  No answer.
Is anyone here?  Silence.
No signs of life.
No signs of former life.
Except for one thing,
On the sink,
An empty yoghurt container,
And a plastic spoon.

The gravel crunches,
As if mocking me,
As I leave.

© J Cosmo Newbery 2013

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  1. Really atmospheric write!

  2. At first it reminded me (strongly) of the inside of my head. No yoghurt in there though. Stodgy porridge perhaps...


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