A crowd was forming at the base of the mottled granite plinth. The stone was reminiscent of black-eyed peas, the beige and black slopped together in a way that was both elegant and nauseating. In the space above the slab was a shape covered in a stark sheet.
Murmurs had begun to spread among the gathering, everywhere at once the question was being asked:
“What is it?”
No one person quite knew what the answer was but all minds were pitched against the question that hung around and clung to each of them like a grasping fog. The curiosity was thick, creating a stew of unease and expectation. Continue reading