The Wall #19

Today's Saturday Centus challenge from Jenny Matlock is to use the Sensory Details Literary Device style of writing to describe this photo in 100 words.  Sensory Details means using the five senses to describe something so your reader has a better understanding of the image you're trying to convey.  How does it taste, smell, feel, look, sound?  What is your perception of what you're seeing?  How do you "feel" about the picture?  If a picture is worth a thousand words, 100 may only give you a small sense of what you're "seeing" so you'll have to use your imagination for the rest! 

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To give you and idea of what's happening so far, I'm on a quest.  I've made a discovery, been mugged, overheard two thugs talking about killing me, thought about giving up and tried to call for help. The first 18 weeks of the story can be read here.
Here's where we ended up last week...

~That's strange. Maybe I'd dialed the wrong number. A sinking feeling crept over me. I dialed again. It was ringing!...and ringing. The television in the next room was blaring the Friday night football game. Maybe that's where he is...at the high school game. I let it ring a long time before hanging up.


I sat by the window looking out at the meandering downs, gentle hills and majestic mountains. The cool rains had brought out the fall colors. Everything was blanketed in a patchwork covering with dusky purple edges where the heather faded.

I waited about an hour and dialed again.

No answer.~

And so continues the saga of The Wall...

~ I'll try again later.


I decided to take a walk...not far.


No contact from the thugs who stole the key.


In an overgrown grove of trees, shadowed by heavy green boughs, stood a lonely, weatherbeaten house. It's unpainted lap siding curled and sagged. The porch floor had fallen through, it's boards worn with time. Cement blocks propping the corners looked out of place. The door was ajar. A dank draft sifted through the opening leaving a strange taste in my mouth. The air was still and quiet. Too quiet.


As I walked closer, I heard a, “Psssst!” from inside! ~



So....could you see it, feel it, smell it, taste it, hear it?

See photo below.