Photo Story: A Place to Call Home

The rough metal scraped at his hands as he ascended the stairway of rust…

{Part of a collection of stories inspired by a moment in time. 300 words or less to challenge myself}

 

The rough metal scraped at his hands as he ascended the stairway of rust, spiraling into the sky. Wearily he trudged on as the sun dipped behind the horizon for behind the weathered walls was a place where burdens seemed a little lighter & love soothes away the stresses of life. A place to call home.

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