Story // 4 THE WALL

I can't believe I missed my first deadline, whoops! It's been a rough week but it's Saturday now so life is good. Also I'm including the last three stories in my 52 count, didn't want to leave those out in the cold. Hope you enjoy this one!

"Well I definitely don't miss PE" said Ally. Her arms were shaking, making it harder each time she reached for a higher ledge. Her necklace was twisting in the breeze, softly knocking against the jagged stone wall she was scaling.

"Sorry it didn't seem this high before," said Lindsay, huffing below Ally. She stopped to catch her breath and look down. She squinted in the sun as it cast it's rays on the two ladies. The wall was warm but the wind had a bitter sting to it, as if Winter were mad Spring was moving in. 

Ally touched the top of the wall and pulled herself up as if she was getting out of a pool. She saddled it and looked out into the landscape. 

"What do you see? Is it like the books?" Lindsay said, cupping her hand around her mouth to help her voice travel. Ally didn't respond. Lindsay finally reached the top and wrapped her arms on the wall, wedging her toes into some conveniently located holes in the crumbling grout. 

It was a wasteland, covered in weeds and trash. At first it looked as if there were only piles of trash but after looking closer the trash covered every inch of the ground, the weeds were growing up out of it. Some were thriving, others would soon wither as the day passed, not living to see another sunrise. The piles of trash were haphazard, being formed carelessly by the wind. 

The fountain looked like it would fall apart if the breeze picked up just a little. There was garbage all around and inside it, the water was moldy and dark green. Plants were reaching into it as if getting food from the Sizzler buffet, knowing they would regret their choice of food a few hours later. There were two tiers to it, with the top one missing completely. The post of what it was remained, like a naked flag pole. 

Then there was some rustling sound coming from the right of the field. 

"What's that's?" Lindsay said, a little jumpy. 

"Squirrels maybe?" replied Ally, not sure herself. 

"Oh my God..." Lindsay held up her hand to her mouth. There was what looked like a very decayed head, biting at the trash closest to its mouth. Gender was impossible to decipher. One of the eyes was out of its socket, bouncing around the cheekbone. Then an arm started to show under a moldy cardboard box, slowly waving around as if it was trying not to sink. Were those even connected?

"This is gross," Lindsay said, slightly gagging. "I don't see a road anywhere either. I think it's buried". 

"Well, now what?" asked Ally, giving her a slightly annoyed look.