Day 49: March 24 (written)
Wind howls across the abandoned estate. The lady’s once prized rose bushes are ripped from their foundation in the soil. Dirt and petals swirl in a madcap whirlwind with the look of blood: nearly black and weathered red. Soon the wind will reach the estate and the eviscerated wood and glass will be covered in the blood of the earth.
Last month, inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I wrote every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can still donate here or please spread the word. I assume, since I set it up, that it’s still available if you want to. Thank you.