This is what I came up with. I actually dreamt about this challenge last night and I suspect the stories I came up with in the middle of night might have been slightly better, but this is what I have to share.
The funny thing about this writing is it is truly diametrically opposed to how I feel about old buildings. I adore the history and texture of places exactly like this. This little offering is a true work of fiction for me!
No word prompt this week, just a photo prompt.
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Seriously? You want to save this eyesore? You think anyone really cares that blah-blah-blahistory happened here?
You want to save this run-down shrine to mediocre architecture?
This nasty place that gives you splinters if you even attempt to touch a porch post?
This museum for the stench of every piece of cabbage boiled inside these walls?
(shudder… slimy, green cabbage leaves cascading past my tastebuds in an explosion of putrid vegetableness.
I’m just sitting here on the sidewalk waiting for the fulfilling crash of destruction.
We don’t need this eyesore. We need a parking lot.
Bring on the wrecking ball.
(exactly 100 words!)