It is a peculiar thing. He looks like he is trying to pull a gun. It could be a vase. He has a smirky look on his face and he has discovered something. He has discovered he has a shoe on and he has another shoe on down there. They eyes tell you a lot, he looks violent. There is a photo frame under the frame they has been stuck and another one on the side. He can't make up his mind. He looks a bit wild. I would get out of his way. His name is Basher and he looks anything but nice. He is alright in his sleep. He didn't look too good before he started. There are a few people around, his next door neighbour. He might have had a family once and if they were like that, they might have all cleared out. Basher will get knocked over. The whole family would clear out and I wouldn't stay. He is only showing little bits of his eyes. He wont get around. He will have to mend his ways and look after his family and knuckle down. There is speed and an r. He is looking up to see if anyone is taking notice of him. He is holding someone else's leg and taking his shoe off. He would run like hell before the rain. Is that all he has to worry about and he is looking up to see if anyone is taking notice. The story ends in the fire.
This story was created in Carinya Dementia Unit by Brenda, Valerie, Marlene, Roma and Joseph on 18 April 2013.