When her door opens, she jumps at the sight of the man looking down on her. It’s the same man who put her in this room so long ago, never giving her so much as a reprieve since. She didn’t know why it happened. His explanation, which she heard him tell the others, was that she needed to be put somewhere safe, yet she didn’t understand the danger to which he was referring. Today, his suit is dark and smooth; his hair, although grey, is short, combed and neatly kept. His body is clean; she can smell the soap she longs to use as the breeze from the hallway carries it toward her. His eyes are steel-grey, with a shading hint of brown. She dares to imagine if, had she known him from anywhere else, his face would look loving and kind. Living the life she’s led, though, has forced… Read more »
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