The House of Faded Memories sits beside the road waiting for a knock at the door. So many people passing by, each one leaving a piece of their past behind. Tomorrow and tomorrow, goes by at a steady pace , leaving tire tracks in the gravel at the road’s edge.
A weary hitchhiker pauses, peering at dusty windows, their frames stained with dirt, time & moss. With some trepidation, the forlorn traveller steps towards the door. Rattling the door knob and tapping at the window pane, uncertain whether to be grateful or dejected by the lack of response.
Turning back to the road, worn shoes carry the would-be seeker down the weathered wooden steps and along the uneven paving stones back to the crumbling edge of the asphalt. Now, which way were they going again ?
Slightly bewildered, the weary hitchhiker pauses peering at dusty windows, …………..