Visual Dare #18 – Minimal

http://anonymouslegacy.blogspot.com/2012/08/visual-dare-18-minimal.html

No one cared about anything in this room. The springs on the bed creaked out an ode to decades of broken hopes under her weakened flesh. The curtains were too flimsy for the moths to bother eating, and the buzz of the neon lights outside made her feel as if she was being stalked by apathetic lightning bugs. Everything she owned was in a suitcase that didn’t lock and wasn’t even full. She sighed one last time, and then was still, her body unable to support even a minimal existence. No one cared about anything in this room.