The room with the two windows and the brick floor and plaster walls. What could this room have been in the past. To me it could have been a garden room for what was left on the wall under and around the wall seem to indicate plants of some kind. Someone is still using this room for the plant on the windowsill is flourishing. The room is waiting, but for what for such a small room. Who could the owner of this room? Is it a man or woman or maybe a child with plans of some kind for it.
To be continued....
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The Green Door
The next day the young girl went back to the door. She looked around to make sure no one followed her here. She took the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She slowly opened the door. When her eyes adjusted to the low light of the room, she noticed that the room has rudimentary furniture, such as table and chairs, a sofa and chair that matched and an old rocking chair that she sort of remembered. There were a few pictures on the walls and there was also a bookcase that had a few figurines and when she walked up to the bookcase, she thought she also kind of remembered them for they were figurines of various animals.
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If the walls could only talk. Good job leaving the reader wondering!
Will there be more?
Another intriguing story.....
Amazing , look abandoned by some talented humans with unfulfilled deeds