The farmhouse sat empty in a sea of weedy fields. Our boots sucked into the mud with each step. Mine came loose and we almost turned back but we were the same distance from the house as we were from the car and we were already all muddy. There was an old bike outside. Almost twenty years of rust colored it. A mattress reduced to just the metal frame and springs was propped up against the house.

We went inside. There was no one around for miles and the house had not be occupied since the floods drove away it's family. There was very little of the family personal effects left but the few things that had left behind were strangely poignant. Particularly the abandoned bunny. A little girl's toy.