He kept me hidden. Nobody knew I was here, and I had no clue where “here” was. Nor how much time had passed since I woke up in this room for the first time. Months? Years? My memories were imprisoned to make any sense. I had become a part of these pale walls, the creaking wooden floor and the ceiling, held together by cobwebs in each corner. Everything but the door. His door.
My only connection to the world outside was a tiny window. The dusty glass eye I could reach only tip-toeing to peek at the well-known squares all over again. Recounting them. Hoping for a single soul to appear but there was none. Not until her.
Image courtesy of Dawn Q. Landau
Ese' s Voice 
Wow…can she get her attention?
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Welcome to FF, Ese. You took me from a sense of hopelessness to a hope long denied. I especially like this sentence: ” I had become a part of these pale walls, the creaking wooden floor and the ceiling, held together by cobwebs in each corner.” It really shows what had happened to her mentally.
janet
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a slightly creepy story and the perfect image to accompany it
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Once again, areat post, enjoyable read. ajm
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A great piece of writing. Painted a vivid picture.
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nice take on the prompt.
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A great scene setter, leaving the imagination free to exercise itself.
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A lot in that. Will there be more?
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You captured the sense of imprisonment very well. I hope the woman can help!
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Hmm…I wonder why she’s being kept a prisoner..so much more wanted and underneath. Welcome Ese and thanks for sharing 🙂
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held together by cobwebs in each corner – lovely line. Really makes the story seem desperate.
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Shiver — someone walked over my grave. The appearance of that old woman creeped me out! Well written.
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I loved your beautifully painted picture of despair turning into hope.
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this gave me shivers. absolutely loved the descriptions and the open ending…
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Thank you, KZ! If I can give YOU shivers, that does make my day! 🙂
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Such a compelling story Ese. It reminds me of the book “Room.” That horrible sense of imprisonment… I like the way you gleaned this chilling tale from the photo.
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Ese, Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! You’ve given the perfect description of what forced solitude can do to the human brain, There is a gleam of hope though. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
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Ah.. I hope it’s the beginning to a new life.. Love how you capture her imprisonment..
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What a great story you wove in just a few short words Ese!
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Strong imagery……just in a few words you capture her helplessness and loneliness. Loved it!
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