The Humpback Greenhouse

023… with its slouching, broken spine which twists like a rollercoaster.  the sea fog drifts in through broken panes and out again, the sun beats down through caked muck and mould and whatever else and inside grows a wild and weedy jungle under plastic.  fruit and vegetables have long since departed.  to an indifferent century the hunchback greenhouse is nothing more than a curiosity, a bewildering lost place with a wait to be found.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s