Waiting for HenryYou turn to face the concrete cubic monolith, or rather the nearest you can for want of height on your own part and of a face on the monolith's, and vacuously run a finger of your right hand along one of the wall's dirt-ridden seams that stands about the same height as your trouser-pocket. The pointing-member adjourns from this abutting with some stain on it, upon noticing which you wipe the offending hand on your jumper, though without complete avail. You take hold of the jumper and rub a second time, but, evanescing into ambivalence, fail to bring it again to your head's height for appraisal and idly replace the hand into its pocket. Before leaning against the thing, you inspect it for spiderwebs by first turning enough of your body around for your head to be facing the wall, then turning your eyes towards the wall. It's made of somewhat smooth concrete, painted a colour which perhaps once was red. There aren't any spiderwebs on it. Upon learning the latter fact you turn baWaiting for Henry by 8bitAviation
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