The security officer checked his watch. It’d soon be time to walk his round again;
around and around the derelict asylum, watching it get more smashed, watching it get more
dilapidated, watching it collapse. At least today was slightly different; the runners had
brought some variation to the endless anticlockwise cycles, as they ran in their clockwise cycle.
He searched through the office and found what he was looking for. Finding a roll of heavy duty
plastic tie, he’d secure the hole in the fence for good.
