The room was cold. The walls had been stripped off the frames that had been holding the memories of its previous inhabitants. A thick layer of dust covered the surfaces like a warm blanket meant to comfort. But there was no comfort to be sought within the premises. The sun was slowly setting down, casting its last sunlights on the southern wall which faced the fireplace, which had not been cleaned in ages from the look of it. Then again, the place hadn’t been for a while. Hayley brushed her hand over the dusty surface of the work desk in the corner of the room, while trying to figure out what it is that she was doing here. She’d been on the lookout for a place for her photoshoot, and somehow had ended up on this abandoned side of the tracks. Few were those who adventured themselves on this part of town, and the reasons were many. According to her grandmother, this side of town used to be the home of many colored families, back when segregation was a norm. After it had been lifted, many where those who took the opportunity to leave the tracks and seek a new life far from the constant reminder of their misfortune. Those who wouldn’t move away were soon forced to when the local plant shut down, leaving its employees out of jobs. It was a very dark period for the town. It didn’t take long before this side of town was deserted, young people preferring the hype of the big cities, and old ones trying to move closer to the new jobs to save on commute.  Now the “tracks” as they were called were mostly a ghost town. Hayley didn’t know what she hoped to find here. She mostly felt the sadness of this place. To think that once upon a time there used to be a family sitting around this fireplace, telling bedtime stories and sharing a good laugh around a good meal… She could picture it. Before she knew it, Hayley had her camera out and was snapping some shots. Suddenly the place did not feel cold or empty; she could sense the auras of its owners, see the history unveil itself before her eyes. Soon, each abandoned item had its own tale to share. Soon, she was drawn into the midst of this storyline.Once the sun had completely set, Hayley felt a sudden calm come down on her, a comforting hand that sat on her shoulder, telling her that everything was going to be okay. As she was leaving the premises, she stopped one more time, glancing at the emptiness of the now dark home, a smile slowly drawing on her lips. She had come to the void spaces and was leaving with much more.

       The room was cold. The walls had been stripped off the frames that had been holding the memories of its previous inhabitants. A thick layer of dust covered the surfaces like a warm blanket meant to comfort. But there was no comfort to be sought within the premises. The sun was slowly setting down, casting its last sunlights on the southern wall which faced the fireplace, which had not been cleaned in ages from the look of it. Then again, the place hadn’t been for a while. Hayley brushed her hand over the dusty surface of the work desk in the corner of the room, while trying to figure out what it is that she was doing here. She’d been on the lookout for a place for her photoshoot, and somehow had ended up on this abandoned side of the tracks. Few were those who adventured themselves on this part of town, and the reasons were many. According to her grandmother, this side of town used to be the home of many colored families, back when segregation was a norm. After it had been lifted, many where those who took the opportunity to leave the tracks and seek a new life far from the constant reminder of their misfortune. Those who wouldn’t move away were soon forced to when the local plant shut down, leaving its employees out of jobs. It was a very dark period for the town. It didn’t take long before this side of town was deserted, young people preferring the hype of the big cities, and old ones trying to move closer to the new jobs to save on commute.  Now the “tracks” as they were called were mostly a ghost town. Hayley didn’t know what she hoped to find here. She mostly felt the sadness of this place. To think that once upon a time there used to be a family sitting around this fireplace, telling bedtime stories and sharing a good laugh around a good meal… She could picture it. Before she knew it, Hayley had her camera out and was snapping some shots. Suddenly the place did not feel cold or empty; she could sense the auras of its owners, see the history unveil itself before her eyes. Soon, each abandoned item had its own tale to share. Soon, she was drawn into the midst of this storyline.Once the sun had completely set, Hayley felt a sudden calm come down on her, a comforting hand that sat on her shoulder, telling her that everything was going to be okay. As she was leaving the premises, she stopped one more time, glancing at the emptiness of the now dark home, a smile slowly drawing on her lips. She had come to the void spaces and was leaving with much more.

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