Explosives Next Door To Abandoned Home

This home, once the anchor of its block, has reached that point that all those abandoned around here eventually do. Here, nature and black market commerce conspire to advance decay. Ivy is reclaiming its facade, gnawing away while brick bandits are dismantling the rear wall, up past the second floor now, exposing the dusty guts, the piles of plastic toys and all those trashbags filled with clothes. If it doesn't fall over, someday soon a firebug will slip into one of these gaping holes and torch the place. When it goes up, the fire will burn big and bright (they always do), and let's hope that when it does, the flames don't jump that narrow alley, into the lot next door, where all the heavy equipment and big boxes of explosives are stored. It's not even 30 feet, the heat alone could set them off. Not every home on this block is abandoned. Some of the homes here are well kept, with trim lawns, neatly tuckpointed bricks. But being so close to explosives, right out here in the open, I can kind of see why the residents of this one chose not to stay.