"When she had made
it to bed that early morning and slipped alone between the cold sheets and
shivered, she began to cry quietly about it all."
I hit the button on my key ring and unlock
the doors, I slid into my car. This will be my first time on 2nd
shift alone, I don’t see how this is a smart decision on DHS’s part. I started
the car and type the address into my GPS.
The screen door is missing the screen and is
being propped open with a large dog kennel. I knock on the door and the whole
trailer moves. Then a little girl opens the door all smiles I walk in.
I
walked through the halls of the apartment building; it had a faint sent of cat urine.
I stopped at the end of the hall the light by the door has blown out. I ring
the door bell and the young man of the house comes to the door with a pencil in
his teeth and a math book in his hands I walk in.
The front door is blocked by road construction,
so I head around the side of the house to the back door. Then I see a boot
imprint on the door and door frame cracked. I knock and the door barely stays
closed. She opens the door a baby in her arms and black eye on her face I walk
in.
We walk down the well manicured pathway up to
what looks like an ordinary home. I ring the buzzer and genital looking
security guard comes to the door we walk in.
The familiarity of my own drive is comforting
this morning, I put my key into my lock and close the door quickly behind me. I
starting running on what seems like autopilot I brush my teeth and get changed
for bed.
Ah, nice take on week 11 (and week 10 too.)
ReplyDeleteWe get a series of darkish, almost-ominous encounters, each rendered with enough sharp detail so that we are satisfied, each cleverly closed with the 'I walk in' tag.
The ending that loops back to the prompt but that leaves it to us to fill in the blank is very well-handled and, as I say, very week 10ish.