No.7

Its number 7’s job to inspect things. She gets the call, goes out and inspects what she has been assigned. Buildings, air con units and bathrooms are among the things assigned to her.

It was a regular day for number 7. She sat at her desk, filling in paperwork when the call came.

“No.7?”

“Yes chief?”

“Inspection, abandoned warehouse”.

“Yes chief.”

Number 7 got her gear together, got in her car and drove to the town outskirts where the abandoned warehouse stands. Number 7 was set to inspect the warehouse to see if it was still in an operational state. If so a redevelopment was in the works, if not it was scheduled for demolition.

Number 7 arrived at the warehouse. Birds were congregating on its corrigated roof, some of them in song.

At this stage of its existence the warehouse was looking very dilapidated. Many of its windows were smashed, their glass remains spread far and wide on the warehouse floor. The ground level was dotted which tables, chairs and trolleys left over from its storage heyday. They were covered in dust, collected during years of in activity. The warehouse had a second level but it was inaccessible. The connecting stairway looked intact from a distance but upon a closer inspection number 7 could see the stairs were missing the middle section, a cavernous gap between the ground and second level. From what number 7 could see the second floor was series of offices, empty and disused. Wandering around the warehouse number 7 could see that the metal structure was rusting, and weeds were crawling up the struts. She knew the result of her inspection: unsafe, schedule demolition.

While filling in the necessary paperwork number 7 took one last look at the warehouse which had clearly outlived its industrial usage. But there was something about it. The way the sunlight piled through the broken windows. The plants pushing through the floor, emerging from the gutters. The birds that were using it as a filling station on their travels. The building itself which despite its uselessness kept on going, pushing against the inevitable.

Number 7 called her boss.

“Chief?

“Number 7?”

“Yes, the warehouse. My inspection is inconclusive.”

“…Right? Any action the recommend?”

“Yes chief. An inspection team, this building needs a thorough examination.”

“Very well, I trust your judgement.”

“Thank you chief.”

“See you back at the office.”

While she had not managed to save the warehouse, she had given it a stay of execution.

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About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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4 Responses to No.7

  1. D... says:

    Very nice little story that depicts one person’s decision. Even if it’s just prolonging the inevitable, something we all do.

  2. Hazel Ang says:

    nice images again 🙂 that was a hard decision…i would have done the same thing.

    • Thank you for the comment. Glad you enjoy the images I attempt to create. I think it stems from my complete inability to draw anything except stick people. As for the decision I do like abandoned buildings. There’s just something about them.

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