August 11, 2018
"Write about being inside an old abandoned warehouse."
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The old warehouse stays forgotten and abandoned, once a centre of activity and the witness to daily hustle and bustle, is now surrounded by neglect and shrouded in silence.
It is a long structure with high roofs, with windows along both the long walls. The short ends of the warehouse have wide doors, to enable easy movement of large transport trucks; there are doors between the windows to which must have been used by the workers and the other personnel.
Today, the air is full of dust and there are particles dancing where the sun rays make their way through the cracked window pane; only a few windows can be opened and the air rushing in does not dissipate the musty smell. The concrete floor is cracked and a few brave wild flowers have made their way through. The paint on the walls is peeling away and the sound of scraping gives rise to a suspicion that the warehouse might be harbouring rodents and other insects.
The sudden flooding of light, bare bulbs in holders hanging from the rafter above, is a relief, the power supply must have been temporarily restored. With the slants of the sunlight and the dancing lights from the overhead bulbs, the signs of decay are visible as are the signs of relief; the critters would not be so willing to attack the human visitors. The footsteps echo in the vast emptiness, raising clouds of dust and a general air of despondency sets in. There are paper shreds and torn carton boxes on the floor, with more empty boxes to one corner of the building. The large desk at the other corner, once of polished wood, is now a haggard shell, standing askew on crooked legs. There are also a few chairs, broken and scattered around, with an old iron bookcase that is rusting and would collapse if breathed on it.
The air is too full of dust and the smell of decay is strong, the signs of ruin and disrepair give rise to many questions. What happened to the once successful business that this warehouse had to be abandoned? Where did all those people go? What would happen now? The walls might know some answers but none are forthcoming.
Soon the visitors depart, leaving the warehouse to darkness and silence; the windows and door are boarded up and then its hidden inhabitants take roost again. Outside, in the broad sunlight, the large structure creates deep shadows, of melancholy and wistful remembrance of days gone by, when it was home to work and happiness. Maybe it mourns the passage of time and longs for what is lost forever.
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Word count 438
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