Reblogged from The Heart Beats On:

“Once I was a home…” he looked around, there was no one in sight. But he heard the voice for sure, because it was clear and loud enough to rise above the wind gushing through the open places where windows and doors were once fitted in, now wrenched away by someone to build his home most probably.

he pulled his raincoat more tightly around his body because rogue lashes of rain were invading through those open spaces.

“You want to hear my story?” the voice asked a little impatiently, “It is a long night and you are not going anywhere! Maybe you will learn something too!”

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