It was on Turnmill Street as we approached Farringdon that we saw him stooped low, inspecting the wall brick by brick. My friend and I stopped, both equally amazed by the scene and stopped to watch.
He ran his fingers over each brick lightly, his eyes closed, feeling, thinking. Then, once decided, he opened his eyes, shook his head and muttered, “no,” to himself. On and on he went as we remained quite transfixed.
Until he found his brick, the wall opened and he stepped inside. Within the wall we saw another world and we’ve been inspecting it ever since.
He ran his fingers over each brick lightly, his eyes closed, feeling, thinking. Then, once decided, he opened his eyes, shook his head and muttered, “no,” to himself. On and on he went as we remained quite transfixed.
Until he found his brick, the wall opened and he stepped inside. Within the wall we saw another world and we’ve been inspecting it ever since.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #396 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Inspect.
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