Bridget Week 28

I slowly follow the crowd of people, sticking to the back. Suddenly a wall appears, right in front of my eyes. The grey, stone wall looks like a sloppy, wet paint job. The shape of people in front of me are dug into the wall. I look around. The wall stretches around the whole hall. Are those people stuck in the wall or is it just a mould. There shadows are still there, the crinkles in their clothes are still there. They were still there. Two grown men stuck in time and me, I am trapped. How will I escape!