Eliza was always trying to be someone new; live another life; know another mind. When she was twelve she read a story about a boy kept locked away in an attic for months that turned into years and years that turned into decades. Eventually, he died, and became the ghost of the mansion. Of course, Eliza saw that he had always been the ghost. After reading the story, she locked herself in her own attic. She wanted to see how long she could stand it without going mad like the boy, but her mother found her after just two days, and she wasn’t mad at all. When she was sixteen, she saw a movie about a girl trapped in a well. She considered jumping down one, really she did. But she didn’t want to tear her dress. Now, as she stared blankly at the job application before her, she wondered if it wasn’t too late. Perhaps she could simply disappear, after all.
© Shyla Fairfax-Owen
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Creative individuals do escape in to shells ….holes….wells…..the deserted road , since they hate routine and mundane is not palatable to them ……At times it is all about being repeatedly misunderstood and devalued…..what may take a thousand words and yet not said, can be said and understood in this genre…..!
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