A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
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Picture Source: ninjatic.deviantart.com
“Huh,” she said. “Now that’s weird.”
He glanced the way she was looking and saw a ruined arch standing across the path with more stairs behind it. The arch he could see, why it was weird, he missed.
“Weird? Why?” He had learnt that it was just better to ask her.
“An arch… like a doorway… with no wall.”
“No wall,” he repeated stupidly.
“Next to the archway.”
“Oh.” He paused. “I think I understand.”
She snorted. “Who builds what is basically a door in the middle of a path?”
“With no walls.”
She rolled her eyes.
Tilting his head, he studied it; still trying to work out why it unnerved her. He knew that it did because she hadn’t just walked through it. And she had stopped him doing it, too.
“There’s a second bit.” He pointed to the right hand side where the remnant of the next curve remained.”
“Maybe it was part of a wall.”
“Or a colonnade.” he suggested. “Is that what they call it when there are a few arches in a row?”
“Something like that,” she answered but she was distracted. Clambering up the side, but without passing through the door, he noticed, she started scrabbling in the undergrowth. “If there is... there should be another base.”
He leaned against a tree and let her dig about. He had learned from past practice that she didn’t appreciate his help. He found an apple in his bag and started munching it, studying the path as he did.
She was using a stick to gouge out the earth. “Nope,” she puffed. “Only two bases.” She sat back on her haunches. “Now that is weirder.”
“Double doorway but one path.” He nibbled some more.
He had finished his apple down to the core so he tossed it away. It went through the archway and vanished.
“I win,” he said.
© AM Gray 2014