Robert
covers the remaining ground quickly, ignoring the wind and laughter.
He arrives at the pile of rubble and vegetation quicker than
expected, the breeze drops and silence returns as he does.
“Now,”
he asks himself, “What am I hoping to find?”
He walks
round the perimeter of the collapsed building, closely examining
everything he can see, but there's little to grab his attention.
There are the remains of household items here and there, but they're
badly damaged or rusty.
“As I
thought,” he says, “Just a pile of rocks and plants and old
rubbish. Waste of time.”
With that,
he turns and begins to walk towards the tree line, renewed purpose in
his stride and pace.
