Diary Drabble: Architect

It was an architect who found it. She’d visited the site wanting to imagine the potential structure in front of her. The building, that was due to be demolished to make way for her project, was little more than a mass of crumbling brick. But to one side of a former doorway she spotted it. Dark. Square. Newer than the brickwork, polished to a sheen. A headstone, she realised, even for the od position. Unmarked so no way of knowing who was inside. No one had been in the building for decades. Wh...