It was on the corner of the lot.
Why it caught my attention, I do not know.
Perhaps it looked comforting nestled snuggly between two elm trees…
A small abandoned barn, remnants of another life left incomplete.
Unpainted, there from an age where looks meant little,
Mainly because families were so dispersed among the great expanse of land
That petty competitions of wealth were few to none, mostly none.
I desired a closer examination of these Mycenaean ruins, left from ages past.
Walking towards the edifice from the side of the road, I noticed the door was ajar. And as I neared it; Closer speculations proved that it wasn’t even attached to the barn at all.
In fact, it seems that it shrugged off the weight of the walls and took an eternal cessation from labor.
Which really isn’t a bad idea.
I looked behind the door, to the inside, expecting the stereotypical agrarian grange getup.
Though instead of tools and harnesses and barrels and boxes, there was nothing.
The barn was completely void of all life save me.