Pouring rain drips down the windows of my midnight blue Chevy Altura as I drive down Fig Street to the aged 4326 on the 130 year old house with rose and cream colored paint that now had faded to a dull gray.
I pulled up to what was left of the gravel drive way and stepped out of the car.
I walked up to a dull blue colored door and reached for the rusted doorknob. I open the door and stepped into a dark and drab kitchen.
Spider webs stick to my blue dress and jeans;mud covers my black vintage Chuck Tailors.
I step from the kitchen to the dinning room with the plates still in the exact spot that the where they had been placed for the last time.
I smiled as I saw the elephant lamp my father had gotten my mother for her birthday one year.
The living room carpet has rotted away long ago and had left the skeleton remains of the wooden floor. I carefully walked over the rotting floor and walked up the once carpeted stairs.
Up stairs I stepped into my old room, with the letters sti