A few weeks ago without any permission I decided to take a Wordless Wednesday and turn it into Thousand Word Thursday, well I’m doing it again. Those who know, know where the idea has come from so kudos to them. So from the image below that came with no words here’s some words, and Pink is not one of them.
When I opened my eyes I found myself standing outside in front of two brown steel doors, it was like I was looking at a photograph. I knew I was standing on a step in front of a building, what that building was I didn’t know and for some reason I could not move. I could not turn my head right or left, I could not move my head up or down, but most concerning of all I could not move my body. My arms were stuck beside me, my legs would not move, I couldn’t even lift my feet, I was essentially stuck where I stood.
I have no idea how I got here, if I knew that perhaps I could figure out a way to not be here. Fact was I didn’t even know where here was because I had never in my life seen the doors before me and there was not a single recognisable thing about them.
As I told you the doors themselves are a brown steel structure, they are a little taller than your average household door, maybe eight feet high. They kind of remind me of something that might be seen on the side of a church, or other such old building. They seemed to be well maintained, there is no graffiti on them, no dents or scratches in the paintwork and no visible damage, these doors get tendered to by someone, I am sure of that.
There is twenty nine large rivets in each door, they are painted over with the same brown paint but given the age of the doors I would suggest they are brass rather than steel. The rivets form a symmetrical pattern and the outer rivets form a border around each door about two inches in from the edge. At the top of the door there is a second row of horizontal rivets and at the bottom there is three rows of rivets.
There is a brass door handle on the inside edge of each door, they line up exactly with the row of brown headed rivets that form the vertical borders. One rivet has been removed or more than likely left off during manufacturing, under each handle to allow for easy access for ones hand. One thing I couldn’t see anywhere on the door was a key lock indicating, to me at least, that the door only opened from the inside. There is also a trim mounted on the right hand door which covers the gap between the two doors and stops at least one of them from opening inwards.
At about eye level there is an outline of an eight pointed star created with smaller rivets, again they are painted brown but I suspect they are brass. In the centre of the star there is a large round stud of some sort but I can not make out the pattern around it’s edge. I am unsure if the star shape signifies anything but again it is something I do not recognise.
To me the doors have a mediaeval feel to them, or at least a very aged, possibly turn of the nineteenth century feel to them. I’m not an expert on architecture so don’t quote me on that but it is just a feeling I get. I guess that mediaeval feel is encouraged by the surrounds of the doors.
Above the doors there is a window, even if I could move there is no way I could make myself tall enough to see in through them. In front of the window there is twelve equally spaced ornate vertical bars. They have the appearance of being made from timber turned on a lathe because of their identically curved shapes but that goes against all the other ideas my mind has formed about the door and it’s construction. If they are timber and in place for the aesthetics rather than security, which I guess is possible given the height of them, they too are well maintained and painted in the same brown paint as the door.
Whatever these doors are connected too appears, to my less than well educated mind, to be built with sandstone. Large sandstone blocks stacked on top of each other with a mortar between each row of blocks. The patterns carved into the upright edges that make my outer frame of vision are neat and appear clean but in multiple sections there is cracks which to me show an age closer to that my brain was creating rather than the age the cleanliness is suggesting.
Although sandstone blocks are still widely used in construction in this day and age there is still something about these blocks that gives off the old time feel. This building may be new, but the feel of it is definitely old.
At the bottom of the door the step is paved in small reddish brown tiles, they too form a symmetrical pattern however they are made up of multiple different sized squares and rectangles. I can count at least three different sizes and none of then appear to be cut specifically to fit the pattern. The grout between the step tiles is a lighter colour that matches well with the sandstone blocks and again looks relatively clean for a walkway. Because of the bottom door jamb underneath the brown doors I could not tell if the tiles went under the door.
Unfortunately there is nothing else I can tell you about these doors in front of me, I honestly wish I could because then maybe you could help me. If I had more information perhaps you could even tell me where I am, how I got here, or even why the hell can’t I move. But there is really nothing more to tell.
Hang on there is one other thing I just noticed. If I look at the right hand door I can see my shadow, I can see my silhouette in the paintwork.
Oh shit! That’s not my shadow, it’s moving!