In the Shed

Would you live here even if it is a shed? Who could and would have lived here? This is a little old brown shed that could have been the home of a writer artist who really liked their solitude to perfect their craft. If it was possible to be a perfect writer. One that could have been a poet but wanted to write fiction or maybe become an artist of some kind to go along with their writing.

I believe that this little old shed belongs or belonged to someone who did like their solitude but liked nature so much that he decided to join it, but the way it looks with leaves all around piling up, but for even knowing that it is probably late autumn where is the owner. The sign above the door is kind of advertising for a restaurant could this little shed be a very small one or is the owner working or are they the owner or one the other hand it could just be a decoration for this little old shed.

Continuing to look around you notice that the door is slightly ajar, and you are wondering if you should play detective and enter. You stand there thinking for a moment and then decide to look through the front window first. What you see you cannot believe. You don't talk for this is maybe only a two room little shed, but there is a table for two or four and some chairs and a hutch that still had dishes in it. You keep on looking around this small room and you that the table is set, but really dusty. You ask yourself a question "This is kind of peculiar now why would a table be set way out here in the woods?"

You decide to check out the other little room and it appears to be a small bedroom, but there are some books and a desk and even some supplies in the drawers of the desk. There are pens and pencils and many tablets. There is also something that looks like an artist's easel even though it looks homemade. You keep looking around you see another door you are thinking it's just probably a storage place, but when you look it's a tiny bathroom and believe it or not still looks somewhat useable.

You back out of that room and go back to the desk and open up one of the tablets. There is a story that was wrote entitled "Looking Out for Oneself in the Wilds of the Big City". You think that is kind of an odd topic for a writer way out here in the wilderness. You keep reading for a little while for the penmanship is quite good and easy to read even in the day of computers and hardly anyone really knows cursive or how to read this format. Now a days this style of handwriting is more like a foreign language to most.

This seems to be a story full of rules that belong in the big city and some of the descriptions that the writer used are quite unnerving. He, I guess it could be he, but who knows now for the sketch that follows is drawn kind of heavy, maybe too heavy for a she. The picture is one of what looks like a murder scene or maybe just some poor person laying huddled in what looks like an old building of some kind. You are starting to maybe realize that this little, old shed in the woods is a place where someone just wanted to get away from all the dangers and distractions of the city.

You continue to look around and you see another little door and you check it out. You open the door, and it is a very little what could have been a kitchen of some sort. There is a small one basin sink, what looks like an old-fashioned icebox and what looks like a place for a stove or something. You look in the old icebox and good thing nothing in there for really you would have noticed some kind of small animal or something around. You look out the window above the sink and the scene could have been beautiful in the Spring, Summer and early Autumn and maybe even with the upcoming Winter, but what you saw was a man hanging from the tree back there. You do look closer and there really is not much more than a skull and a few bones.

You step back and what are you supposed to do now? Are you supposed to go to the police for you have touched pretty much everything in that old tiny, shed home. You go back the way you came and as you walk back to through the woods you do decide to go to the police for that person could have a family somewhere maybe. You arrive at the police station or rather the small sheriff's office and tell him what you discovered in the woods.

The sheriff tells you to show him and you take him back to the little shed house and explain on the way that you have touched everything in the house for you thought it was just a deserted old shed for the door was slightly open and everything was covered and still covered in cobwebs. The sheriff and you go through the house much like you did and out the back door. The sheriff notices the old skeleton and upon further investigation the sheriff looks up and smiles for some reason. The sheriff asks are you new to this area and you say you are just visiting a friend, and you wanted to take a walk.

Well, you stumbled on to old Mr. Watkins place, and he was one that loved, and I mean really loved Halloween and this old skeleton is one of his decorations he used to put up to scare Halloweener's. He died some years ago and he was a writer and an artist of many books. On that desk in the bedroom could have been his next work, but who knows he kept to himself most of the time.

Are you a writer or an artist for if you are you could take what is useable and maybe finished his uncompleted work. Mr. Watkins was a nice man if you had a chance to get to know him. I think he would have approved. You know something I think I could fix this place up is it for sale? I am looking for such a place as this for believe it or not I am a writer and an artist and may just do that and you started to gather the materials and headed out the door with sheriff.

The next day you went back to the sheriff's office and asked if there was a place where one could rent a large trailer big enough to haul that old shed so you could take it back to where you live and refurbish it for it would make a great writers'/artist's workshop or a tiny house. The sheriff gave you an address of a reputable place that could tell you if it was worth it to move such a building. You went to that place and showed him what you wanted he agreed that the structure is still stable enough to move and not just simply fall down. The both of you went back to his place of business and got the a few of his crew and all the tools and trailer that you rented for now you have your own studio to the work you and old Mr. Watkins long to do for others.