After driving down a multitude of twisting country lanes, the car approached the factory, tyres digging into the mud. As they got out, their feet sank slightly into the soggy ground. They walked down the path and looked up at the building – a dismal edifice, faded red bricks and crumbling masonry, windows set high up on the walls, and an enormous pair of doors inclined inward hung on their hinges, creaking as the wind gusted. Emblazoned on the wall was a cartoonish pie, with the words “Percy’s Pies” written around it in faded red and blue paint.
“Are you sure it said pie factory?” Florence queried.
“What better place? Plenty of space, no disturbances, no-one around to hear the screams…”
Gerald cast his eyes over the doors.
“Looks like we can just… walk in.”
The factory was dark – the windows were nearly opaque as a result of the voluminous quantities of filth and grime that has evidently built up over the years of the factory’s disuse. Gerald tentatively pushed open the door, which creaked loudly.
I wrote this a few days ago, and I quite like it. Good description. I need to do more writing of the book, however. Tomorrow, probably, will be my Toy Story 3 review, but I have work in the morning, followed by a wedding which I’m helping at, so perhaps not. We’ll see. For now, goodnight
