Pete Kennedy

Still Worth Something

The building was a mangled black silhouette against the romantic violets and vivid pinks of the dawn sky. Bent at the waist and leaning against another tower, as though it’s death had been so painful that it had looked to it’s neighbour for aid, it had obviously once been a most grand edifice in this now desolate city. Yet now, like all the great structures in this fallen metropolis, it had succumb to time and nature. With parts of it’s skeleton exposed to the elements, it loomed over the town like the bones of some impossible dinosaur, frozen in it’s final moments of extinction; the wind that howled through it’s open wounds, an echo of it’s dying lament.