#doloresh

laying back on the ground he stares up at the ceiling. well, what's left of it. this place had been abandoned for some time, he thinks. there's dust everywhere, the roof's caving in, and most of the furniture is broken. he doesn't know the story behind it. there has to be one. every place like this had a story. he liked hearing stories, especially old ones. about the war or some notorious criminal who nearly burned down the whole bloody country. stories were good. and one day, he thinks, that he'll make one. maybe it could start here, in this abandoned building. where he keeps a shoebox of stuff, random things from his friends back home. back home, well, the farm and that life were a million miles away. and he doesn't miss it, he swears he doesn't. he had just thought that this place would've been more exciting than it had been. in the same shoe box he's got that pack of cigarettes he bummed off that guy that works at the liquor store. he was easy to trick. you just had to play your game right.