I was talking to a brick wall

I was talking to a brick wall: we were having quite a conversation. It seemed that the brick wall had seen all manner of humanity pass by.

‘But-‘ said the brick wall, ‘the writing is on the wall for humankind.’ I laughed uneasily, though I was inwardly cringing, and turned to leave.

‘Fare thee well!’ called the wall after me.

‘Without turning, I waved an arm and hand in gesture. ‘To the next time!’ I called.

But, the next time I passed that way, the wall was not in evidence. I paused a while, considering the situation.

I left, with a hesitant determination, to obtain my place of travail; but, my head long after dwelt upon the conundrum.

Perhaps the writing had been on the wall… for the wall.


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