Title: Paper towers
by Fen from Lancashire | in writing, fiction
There's a tower, and its paper. A paper tower I guess. But it's not really paper but it seems like it. Like it will crumble away, now, any minute now. It will just crumble away. Just like that. The tower, there is a huge window at the top, huge. But it's dark and foreboding, and cracked. A vine grows up the side of the tower and enters the crack in the window. There is a tiny door at the bottom of the tower, really small. So small that nothing could enter it ever. A completely pointless door. A little scribbly, sepia figure walks up the would be paper tower. It points up to the cracked window, and that's it.
It's an image in my mind a lot at the moment, like when you get a song in your head, but its a picture.
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