It all stopped at the door.
The door was spotless and gleaming. The little alcove between the door and the iron gate was filled with dust and debris. The gate had never opened in Robbie’s memory, but every so often a potted plant would appear, as if to shout that there was life beyond that door, and just as suddenly it would disappear.
Robbie often wondered what lay beyond that door. In his imagination he saw a beautiful princess awaiting rescue.
With a sigh he turned back to that wasteland that once was a city, years before he was born.
word count = 100