The wall had been there forever. That was what the two of them assumed, considering how old it looked and that it had been there for both of their collective memories.
They had never met before though. Not until that day when the wall was going to be torn down. They stood there as the demolition crew began to take it down. Not brick by brick, as it had to have gone up. In large swatches, knocking the bricks apart, swirling up the dust from particles and the ground once the bricks had fallen.
The group was still tearing down the wall when enough of the dust cleared. She saw those green eyes on the other side of the wall. Eyes that had been just as interested in the destruction until also being able to see beyond the barrier.
She waved at the girl with the green eyes.
The girl waved back.
One thought on “The wall”
Love this! Timely, great detail, simply presented. Nice flow and sense of place and purpose. Good to see a physical descriptor in there for one of your characters too. Like many of your drabbles, THE WALL engages your audience from the first sentence and builds engagement – what happens next? Nice job!