Chris Trottier on Nostr: This is Mr. Bones. He was once a young man who was deeply in love. And this is his ...
This is Mr. Bones. He was once a young man who was deeply in love. And this is his special spot, the place he intended to rendezvous with his beloved.
When Mr. Bones was a young man, when the first light of dawn would break, he and his true love had planned to set off on a journey together, to a place where their love could flourish without bounds.
Every night, the young man would light a candle and place it by the window, its soft glow serving as a beacon for his beloved. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. But for reasons unknown, she never arrived.
No one knows why his beloved never arrived. Some said she was taken by wanderlust, while others believed she might have been ensnared by another’s charm. The truth was that no one really knew.
But the young man’s misplaced hope never wavered. Every night, without fail, the candle would be lit, and he would wait. Seasons changed, years rolled by, and the world outside moved on. The house began to show signs of age, the paint peeled, and the wood creaked. Yet, inside, the vigil continued.
As the sands of time slipped away, so did the young man. What remained was a skeleton. To this day, Mr. Bones is still faithfully by the window, waiting for a love that never returned.
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