
There didn’t appear to be any way through, which worried Ellie.
She had been though this way countless times in her head, and each time it had been clear; an overgrown pathway, cutting through the houses between the allotment and the garage block.
But now she was faced with this wall. It was new, there was no question about it; five metres high, she could see no way over it. Pausing, catching her breath, it ran only a little way to either side, but the brambles and undergrowth barred the way.
She crouched, closed her eyes and drew a mental picture of her way out of this… mess.
I love the dreamlike quality of your mini-story.
Coincidentally, I was listening to Pink Floyd’s The Wall at the weekend 😀
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Thanks, Stevie! 🙂
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