This is a very short story I wrote 10 years ago. Writing is quite difficult to me, so I will probably not be very prolific on here, but I'm still a moderator and adviser, should anyone have any questions. Without further adieu, here is "The Yellow Window". I hope you enjoy it.
The Yellow
Window
© 2007 Calvin Roach. All Rights Reserved
Tonight, they'll
come for me. Of course, this is what I
say to myself every night since I came here.
Why do I say it? I surmise it’s
to accept the inevitable. But then, I
don’t even know when night falls or day breaks any longer, as I’ve been
confined in a tiny, empty cell for Heaven knows how long now, though I’ve
decided it’s been over a week.
The
darkness is only broken when a small panel on the door slides open to allow a
sickly yellow light to thrust into my cell.
And even this does not last long; as within moments someone will stand
between the light and the opening, blocking the beam.
Whoever is standing there says nothing.
Indeed, he (or she, but I’ve decided that whoever it is a man) makes no sound
at all. I know he is watching me, and it
drives me mad.
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Thanks to whoever posted the picture. I forgot to look for one!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, 'whoever' says 'You're Welcome'. I heard this story got adapted into a movie a while back....
ReplyDeleteSo I've heard...
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