A house in the center of the street. The house my mom lived in when she was a little girl and the house I live in now, on and the same. Fake wood paneling along the stairs and upstairs hallway that is starting to warp and crack from age. Uneven floors that have sunk into the ground over time so things roll across the floor.
Outside next to the house is an old garage, old wood that has been there for decades, some of it rotting away. The upstairs of the garage has missing boards in the floor and there are lots of large gaps in the flooring, allowing you to see the items stored up there, nothing too heavy or the floor might come crashing down. Big cracks in the concrete floor due to extreme temperature changes and frost heaves. Old and new tools scattered all over every surface in sight. No room to park a car, just table saws and tool boxes, lawn furniture and an old couch, insulation that never got put up and probably never will. The lights hum overhead, casting a flickering light that’s just enough to navigate your way through the mess and try not to trip and break your neck.
I love lists, I love one visual detail after another--in fact, that's the approach I took yesterday while you were writing this! This certainly works for me and has the air of being fun to write.
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