Frank’s Chair

Frank sat, smoking his cigarettes out on the porch. He watched as the cars on highway 73 drove past. The birds chirped in the trees, and the river behind the house trickled. But now, with the river dried, vines ravaging the house, and Frank buried 6 ft. below, the home is returned peacefully to nature.

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This is a theoretical idea -- a story that I created based off a photo I took. What do you think happened here?