100 Word Challenge #45
Prompt: There’s a real buzz about this place
Grimed windows, thick with dust, a door restrained by nails and wood. Stubborn prongs of weeds forcing slow cracks in mortar. Scabs of paint that flake and flutter in the wind. A plastic sign with missing letters, a tooth-decay smile, gaps marked by algae shadows and dripping streaks of rust. A dark cavern within, its stalagmites piled-up tables and chairs, the welcome mat lost beneath a drift of unread mail. In the window by the door a sellotaped cutting from a newspaper, a faded spectre of print: there’s a real buzz about this place, it says.