Dirk Poor

The Quiet House

How you treat what nobody's watching over is the whole measure of you.

Dirk Poor stopped on his board in front of a small long-abandoned house with its door open — The house at the end of the road had been empty as long as Dirk had been alive. That morning, its door was standing open.

Dirk Poor at the bottom of the porch steps looking up at the open doorway — He stood at the bottom of the steps a while, deciding.

Dirk Poor stepping through the open doorway into a bare dusty room — Inside it was just rooms. Dust in the light. Things somebody left and never came back for.

Dirk Poor crouched on the bare floorboards looking at a few small forgotten objects — Dirk looked at all of it. He didn't put a single thing in his pocket.

Dirk Poor pulling the front door closed behind him from the porch — On his way out he pulled the door shut. It wasn't his house. It was still somebody's.

Dirk Poor riding away down the road with the closed-up house behind him in morning light — Nobody saw him go in. Nobody saw him come out. It made no difference at all to how he did it.

How you treat what nobody's watching over is the whole measure of you.

One more run.

Built From Scrap. Worth More Than Gold.

Story frames are AI-generated from the studio's own physical prototype figures. All final Cheap Skaterz artwork is created by human artists.

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