Destined For Death

Memories

                 

I walk down the rubble strewn street of the city. Looking at all the crumbling buildings as I walk.

I saw an office building that isn't totally destroyed and hoped they were one of the buildings that decided to buy some water barrels as a backup if anything like this happened. I decide to check it out and walk into the first storage room I see, I don't find any water.

I walk slowly and carefully to the next room, making sure not to step on any shards of glass or any rusted nails. I walk into the next closet, when I walk in, I find nothing but a pile of blankets, and I pick one up.

That's when I realize it's no ordinary blanket, it's a thicker blanket, it is small and rectangular. A white quilted pad with black trim, lightly covered in dirt and dust from sitting so long. I immediately recognize it, it's a saddle pad, one used when riding a horse. It brings back so many memories of the past when my parents, me and Gavin lived on our farm in the middle of nowhere we called home. It was exactly a year before the accident.

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Author's Note-

Is this a story worth continuing? I have another part but not sure if I should take the time writing another part if no one's going to read it.

Let me know in the comments if it's worth it. :)