The Bungalow
December 11th, 2007
I was walking home from work one day and I noticed a charred window on the bungalow nearby. I came up to the door and it creaked open. There was a slight burning smell and the walls were black. I moved through the house and I saw a calendar. I could vaguely read one section. First of May Rugby tour. That was yesterday. I saw an ashtray on the sofa and a half empty bottle of beer. I stumbled up the stair.
There was a room. I walked to the room and there were shelves full of medals and trophies. This room had been perfectly preserved from the fire. I carried on through the house and I came to a bedroom. I looked round and I saw an aerosol can and the room smelt deeply of deodorant. I looked out the window and saw tyre tracks in the drive. I came down the stairs and left.
Robert (Bobby)






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1. robert macedou | December 11th, 2007 at 4:42 pm
wow what a story
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