The Someday Shoppe

It was just as it had been the last time I saw it. Dark desolate and in dire need of repair. Still uninhabited and still drawing me like a moth to the flame. After having seen Luke at the café I needed a moment to clear my head and think of where I had seen that face. I put the kickstand down in front of the old brick entrance and strolled to the front steps which were in disrepair to sit as if I owned the place looking out across the street where the houses on all sides stood straight and prominent with more beauty than functionality I was certain. I quit my thoughts of Luke in exchange for the moment needing to visualize this house on canvas.