108. A meeting

108. A meeting

Aria arrived at the old age home with Daisy. She was made to stand near the battered wooden fence around a massive two story bungalow while Daisy had gone to park the car. Her heart pinched because the bungalow was in a very bad condition. It seemed like any time the roof would come down.

The paint on the walls was chipping and the windows were all broken and decaying. To the left side on the roof was a chimney with big holes. She watched a bird fly out of it, indicating that the chimney was blocked and the only use of it was for the birds.

Aria's eyes started scanning the surroundings. The street was running lonely. In the neighborhood were remains of ruined houses, lawns full of long grasses as though it was a small jungle. There were wandering newspapers on the ground with waste of snack packages and what not.

Aria cringed, noticing a heap of trash collected under a tree not far away to her right. It was a lot. The thick trunk of the tree was encircled by big bla