Concealed Weapon




At first it barely caught the eye. A small pencil drawing on a wall that was otherwise completely untouched. On my last excursions I’ve focused even more on the rare patient drawings that still cling to deteriorating asylum walls. This one at first seemed fake, something added by a recent visitor. But the surrounding paint was flaking enough to peel and find out.

It wasn’t possible to peek beyond the bullet, since the more solid paint chips were starting to take pieces of the drawing with them. So its target will remain a mystery, at least until the wall continues to naturally discard its skin. I wonder what else this hallway conceals.

Found on the top floor of a charming mental hospital ward in the woods.


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Julia Solis

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