Murchison


                     Murchison

Frost bites my toes as I run bare footed to the door way. Dad passes me the rusty key and I try to open the door. I'm only getting colder and colder as I stand there. The door finally opens dad walks in with the lolly looking rat poison. He puts the pallets on top of the ugly and dusty cabinet. Everything is old and rusty the dirty couch folds into a bed. Damp sheets stretch out hanging on the retired wooden chairs. Ugly paint stands out like the statue of liberty. Even though the wallpaper is pretty gross and the dusty cabinet is old and creaky, I still love going there.



Renee

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