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The locked door
"Maya, Maya..."
Thud, thud, thud!!
Bang bang!
Loud knocks on the front wooden door of house number 66 breaks the silence of the neighborhood. The loud banging scares away the birds. A cat cries at a distance and the squirrels are heard screeching out loud as they have sighted the black feline behind the dry brown bushes of the small, overgrown garden of the house. The untidy plants give a dead look as the Sun shines through them. You can hear someone screaming her lungs out.
"Maya, open up the godforsaken door! I am tired, Maya. Please understand I need to step out into the Sun. Maya, it's dark, lonely and creepy in here. You just can't keep me locked up in here to keep me safe."
It sounded like a weary, hoarse voice of an old woman who might be in her late sixties.
After about 10 minutes, the thudding stops.
Inside the house, an old lady slumps to the grey tiled floor. She is breathless. No longer can she shout. The dull air & the murky smell inside the room is enough to send a person in a state of anemic hypoxia.
It has been months since the old woman has been confined inside the house.
With great difficulty, she holds the metal door knob and staggers towards her bedroom. The stale smell of the bedsheets have mixed up with the room air.
The food placed on the steel plate on the wooden bed side table appears to have been dried out.
She sits on the single bed which is covered with a crumpled bedsheet and reaches out for the plastic water bottle on the table. She can see a few drops of water with her hazy eyes.
Last evening,...
Thud, thud, thud!!
Bang bang!
Loud knocks on the front wooden door of house number 66 breaks the silence of the neighborhood. The loud banging scares away the birds. A cat cries at a distance and the squirrels are heard screeching out loud as they have sighted the black feline behind the dry brown bushes of the small, overgrown garden of the house. The untidy plants give a dead look as the Sun shines through them. You can hear someone screaming her lungs out.
"Maya, open up the godforsaken door! I am tired, Maya. Please understand I need to step out into the Sun. Maya, it's dark, lonely and creepy in here. You just can't keep me locked up in here to keep me safe."
It sounded like a weary, hoarse voice of an old woman who might be in her late sixties.
After about 10 minutes, the thudding stops.
Inside the house, an old lady slumps to the grey tiled floor. She is breathless. No longer can she shout. The dull air & the murky smell inside the room is enough to send a person in a state of anemic hypoxia.
It has been months since the old woman has been confined inside the house.
With great difficulty, she holds the metal door knob and staggers towards her bedroom. The stale smell of the bedsheets have mixed up with the room air.
The food placed on the steel plate on the wooden bed side table appears to have been dried out.
She sits on the single bed which is covered with a crumpled bedsheet and reaches out for the plastic water bottle on the table. She can see a few drops of water with her hazy eyes.
Last evening,...
