‘What’s the point of it?’
The tower was five storeys high – bruised white washed walls, red corner stones, an onion dome roof.
Steph shook her head. ‘No point. Just a wealthy man showing off. That’s why they call them follies.’
Up close what had looked like a wooden door was just painted plaster, the grain worked in with a fine brush. It was cold under his hand, the surface slightly damp.
‘So, are there rooms inside?’ he said.
Steph peered at her guidebook. ‘Says here – the brick and plaster construction was thought to be solid until 1996 when a scan revealed a hollow chamber inside.’
Dai’s fringe flopped over his eyes. He gave her a lopsided smiled. ‘Like a burial chamber?’
Steph rested her hand on his, fingers curling round his. ‘Like a prison,’ she whispered.
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Written for What Pegman Saw, the prompt that uses Google Street View as its jumping off point. This week we visit French Polynesia. See here to join in.
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