Story Untold
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
We were walking and the skies kept changing and the earth fell down and rose up and we turned a corner and here this was. The door to an old mill house (we presumed), slashed through, as if axed, as if it contained (and offered) a story of threat and rescue.
The mill house windows were steel barred and glassless. Its floor was sunk into the cool, dark mud. Its roof rafters were unsteady in places, disgusted elsewhere, as if they had given up on their questionable purpose.
What might we make of this? What was the threat? How went the rescue?
7 comments:
I love Philly! There are so many questions like just this!
Have a great New Year's Eve!
Are you going to make discovering more of that particular story your quest for the new year? I don't think I'd be able to stop thinking about it! Make sure to post an update if you get new info :)!
Happy new year, Beth!
A happy new year to you three (and to you all). SarahBeth, I wonder, too, if this scene will stay with me in the new year. I am utterly open, ready to follow any trail.
What an interesting discovery! Your photo tells so much! Google the address of the place and see if anything comes up. Sounds like it could be a wonderful follow-up to NOTHING BUT GHOSTS.
I'm just saying.
Wishing you and yours wonderful adventures in 2009! Happy New Year!
That picture is haunting...I have a feeling it might spark a story somewhere or other.
I LOVE old houses and old buildings. It's so much fun to imagine what stories might have taken place in them. :)
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