The Almost Finish
A pair of manufactured lions guarded the main house. The rest of the buildings
Sprawled helter-skelter along the hillside. They contained little of value – some small lumps of fools gold, bright and deceiving in the afternoon sun.
The business, the manufacture of small houses, all laid out on the “Shotgun” style” that did little more than keep the occupants dry in a rain storm.
The days of the visitors had long vanished. Millions had once arrived, where the
Faithful prepared for the “Second Coming” It lack of appearance had lead to the conclusion that this was merely another false alarm Pieces of metal still littered the grounds after every heavy rain. By mutual consent, these were no longer talked about.
To the millions of visitors who took the journey on foot, a long hike for all, it became a miniature “Haz.” The origin of that idea belonged to small, cheeky fellow whose people had originally settled the town of Cleveland Ohio. No prospects in sight, he and his kin followed the sacred way south, establishing a chain of motels bearing the lackluster name of “Rest a While.”
It was in this matter that the world did not end.
Words: manufactured, lackluster, millions, cheeky, throat, honor
room, piece, shot, side, hike, lions.