The walk (6)

There is a root cellar on the way, behind a house and nowadays on public ground. Not too old considering the concrete structure. It should have the door locked, but it is usually opened by force. There is some garbage inside. One time I think there was a mattress on the floor. I have never seen anyone inside. Maybe it is used by some homeless outsider seeking shelter for the night; a space of solitude, to consume whatever soothens an aching soul. Maybe kids use it to play, or youngsters to hang around. Anonymous traces of human life and a story untold.