Patrick gingerly ventured into the empty building. The door hadn’t been too difficult to budge. His hands felt grubby from the layered cobwebs and dust. Up the stairs and to the left. No clocking in this time. His old desk still sat in the small dank office, the door was ajar, his name etched on a bronze plaque. Patrick Flint, Manager. He hadn’t worked since.
A government drawing from the 1960’s for a power station.
Coventry rotunda cafe, built 1973.
Government drawing for a powerstation…
Coventry Train Station, built 1962
The structures all look like they are from Science Fiction book covers.