The building that was

The building that was

The building was gone. It was there a moment ago. I had been standing outside the building, washing the ground floor windows. In mid-wipe the building was no more.

No traces remained. Not even marks on the ground. In its place was a plum tree. There were ripe plums. I ate one.

Someone came by and asked about the building. They said they had an appointment in the building. I said I didn’t know where it went. The told me again about their appointment and asked me what to do. I suggested they eat a plum. They said they didn’t like plums.

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