A small room in that house started on fire yesterday. The furniture that had been keeping the walls company was now half gone. The walls were no longer a pink, vintage floral wallpaper, they couldn't laugh, they couldn't sing, they felt ugly. The furniture half-eaten by the grizzly blaze, barely able to keep herself together tried providing for the wall, but the wall had nothing left to take in...or give back. The furniture gave up as well, that simply, and collapsed its uneaten half to the floor, the wooden legs shattering, light walnut oak splinters the only thing in the room now to contrast the smoke, the black.
....finish later
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