Memory’s of a Plimith Street Princess
A light drizzle covers the dark street, a buss stop looming in the distance illuminating an empty highway. I chuckled to myself whilst lighting a smoke and look at the so-called “bum” covering himself with The sane tarp as it really sank in “I’m actually homeless”
“This isn’t like Windfall” I thought to myself remembering a story I never finished writing but now just one image flashed through my mind. The long empty dark village roads back home in Eastern Europe, they seemed like they go on forever.
Taking my backpack on the buss I road for a bit before reaching what I was looking for, some semblance of safety and security. Though looking at the rigidly boarded up house looming on the left side of the road opposite some town house with newly assed ‘fence’ like those construction site movable fences didn’t give off any feeling of safety.
Ironically it was them that were the reason I knew about this place at all. One day whilst delivering flyers for there hair salon, flyers I should have been making them… Them framing it as an “opportunity” when in reality any money “earned” from this “opportunity” would go straight back to they’re pockets. Even so I found this place…
Going around the back I was pleased to see the broken stair case was still there. A seven foot drop from what one’s was a wooden side stair case with at least the first three feet of the still existing stair case being the frame with little more then wooden nobs to hold onto for climbing.
Even so the fact the climb required some effort and skill gave me a sence of safety. As I had a small clip on ring light but in the dark few other would and missing just one of the half an inch perfusions would lead to a nasty seven foot fall.
Ones in I barred to door on the top flore I came in through and took a short 2X4 as a makeshift club as a did a sweep of the place, all clear even found a peace of a broken bed frame which I users as a makeshift lock to bar the door of the ones bedroom.
The house was in good condition had all the carpeted on and a smashed kitchen bathroom etc. So having locked the place up as best I could I had a not so restful night as what I suppose was a swirl or something was milling about the whole night at I was out at the crack of dawn and made my way to Timmy’s to look for some actual accommodations…
“This isn’t like Windfall” I thought to myself remembering a story I never finished writing but now just one image flashed through my mind. The long empty dark village roads back home in Eastern Europe, they seemed like they go on forever.
Taking my backpack on the buss I road for a bit before reaching what I was looking for, some semblance of safety and security. Though looking at the rigidly boarded up house looming on the left side of the road opposite some town house with newly assed ‘fence’ like those construction site movable fences didn’t give off any feeling of safety.
Ironically it was them that were the reason I knew about this place at all. One day whilst delivering flyers for there hair salon, flyers I should have been making them… Them framing it as an “opportunity” when in reality any money “earned” from this “opportunity” would go straight back to they’re pockets. Even so I found this place…
Going around the back I was pleased to see the broken stair case was still there. A seven foot drop from what one’s was a wooden side stair case with at least the first three feet of the still existing stair case being the frame with little more then wooden nobs to hold onto for climbing.
Even so the fact the climb required some effort and skill gave me a sence of safety. As I had a small clip on ring light but in the dark few other would and missing just one of the half an inch perfusions would lead to a nasty seven foot fall.
Ones in I barred to door on the top flore I came in through and took a short 2X4 as a makeshift club as a did a sweep of the place, all clear even found a peace of a broken bed frame which I users as a makeshift lock to bar the door of the ones bedroom.
The house was in good condition had all the carpeted on and a smashed kitchen bathroom etc. So having locked the place up as best I could I had a not so restful night as what I suppose was a swirl or something was milling about the whole night at I was out at the crack of dawn and made my way to Timmy’s to look for some actual accommodations…
12 days ago
An even greater blessing that you no longer have to do so!