Continuation of Forgotten, My Love.
A dirty bed with an old pipe frame. A typewriter. A note from a mother to her daughter.
The wood planks creak beneath her feet, the windows breathe through the shattered glass. The air inside is old and damp.
A sound can be heard coming from somewhere inside the cabin, if only a whisper of wind.
Behind the bedroom, the small hallway turns to a cellar. A lantern glows a mysterious light. There is an ominous presence here that looms over everything the shadows touch.
A crank handle lies atop wooden boards used to cover a hole, but there is no winch.
Derek Traver Art 
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Thank you Alex! I’ve been blogging for a while now but I just made an overhaul to my site a few days ago.
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The topic here is difficult to read as it is narrated in a point of view that only tells us bits and pieces of what the character sees and hears. The piece of art is viewed in first person, and is a snapshot of the ending of the narrative.
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