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The wind lashed against the palm outside, sending a tremor through the old wooden siding of the house

eventually the poorly constructed home collapsed under the mighty forces of the natural

The crumpled ruins of the structure lay dorment upon the silent hill; thin skeletal bones leaning against fractured shards of glass and cheap wood, piled upon the bleak remains of a possible life form.

A rustle, and the scraping of wood against wood as the former walls and doors of the house rose up like a volcano about to erupt

The moulding planks trembled and began to fall away. A small bedgraggled animal pulled itself from the rubble and

suddenly escaped the desolate and annialated surrounds. This innocent creature found refuge from

the swirling dust that created a hazy air which was impossible to see through. Finding a tiny dark cave under a piece of smashed wood the animal began to

shiver in the harsh cold, which encircled the hill. Over the howl of the vicious wind a quiet moan escaped its snout, heard only by the hungry wolves which circled the wreck.

the concerns of this creature were mild compared to those of the homes human owner. He lay bloodied and cruised underneath a flimsy piece of corrugated iron. He would live but how would he face the loss of his lifes work...

, the place where he had grown up and watched the seasons wax and wane. His home was - had been the where he called happily return after a long day of

slaving for the dream. That had all disappeared now, as had the strong ties that had once held his family. It would never be the same. He wondered

if there was any hope left. Should he attempt to survive or should he just let himself die under this mess of memories? 

A moment's contemplation of his melodramatic self-pity was enough for him. It provided him with the necessary determination required to struggle free from the unsettled remains of his home. He slowly surfaced. As he forced away each blackened pillar of wood, he remembered the birth of the home; crafted by the bare hands of his audacious father. But now,