The eyes never lie...

Round and Round the mulberry bush and when we stop I am going to be sick…

The three kids sat beside each other huddled from the cruel winds. The structure was nothing more than a fiery mass now. The havoc was gorgeous. No one would be coming, no mad-cap rally to save the old place. It was going up in flames. With a sense of departure they watched. How many hours had they spent wiling away the years inside the abandoned halls. Little flakes of charcoal fell from the sky in a delicate way. The ones that landed on the three did so little. Each one of them had their respective accomplishments up to this date – small moments, large in perspective. The kids awed at the open heavens and presence of stars. Everybody moves on and now they would too. The eeriest sensation was the eyes. Three pairs staring right back at them; scrutinizing, calculating, contemplating. From inside the house no less they stared out. Only the three huddled masses had no fear for the owners of those eyes. It was too distant. Like a dream. Just like a dream and the only thing they wondered was when they would wake up.