How about we go with: the tower.
Quiet day off today, featuring rest and reading. Oh, and going out for gelato for after dinner dessert.
Mmm, Blackberry Merlot.
It rose from the ground like a sickly old man without his cane, threatening to topple over at any moment and never reach for the sky again. Whenever the wind gathered strength and set against its walls I suspected that the end had finally come.
But still it remained upright.
No soul had been inside in recent memory, to my knowledge at least. Why someone didn't have it knocked down I never understood. Didn't they see the children playing around its base whenever the adults were too busy to watch them?
But still it stands.
Perhaps I shall destroy it myself. Not a finger would be raised to stop me. It's not like I believe in that silly old story about the last resident of the tower. Only little boys and girls are scared of curses these days.
But still I delay.