The structure loomed over him, the peak of the triangular roof like a fang sinking itself into the purple clouds of the darkening sky. White paint flaked like dead skin from the house’s weathered wood. At its base, thick weeds sprouted, burrowing into the brick foundation wherever they could. Yet for all the time it had been abandoned, neglected, the windows were not so much as cracked. The glass panes remained intact, the light of each passing day reflected upon their surfaces.
