Wednesday, September 12, 2012


Levesque stood silent, emotion clogging his throat at the sight of the buildings before him. He recalled them as so much more than scarred, dirty brick festooned with encroaching vines and creepers. This had been a place redolent of life lived for the sheer joy of living. Now, it merely mocked what once had been. 

This story was written for the weekly 55 Word Challenge photo prompt. The photo is courtesy of Rebecca Treadway.

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