He wiped the dust away which had settled on his shoulders. He had stood staring at the gates for a while now, and thought of how they looked like fashionable versions of what surround a prison, after all wasn't that what an old folk's home was in a way? A prison for those still imprisoned … Continue reading This face of mine – chapter IV.
Hands wrapped around his throat woke him up. He could barely see as his eyes failed to adjust to what he was trying to see. Breathing was getting difficult and his throat was being squeezed. His chest felt like someone was sitting on it. He could see eyes piercing through the darkness, as he concentrated … Continue reading This face of mine – Chapter III.
He found himself walking around aimlessly, forgetting who he was and how to think. He felt as if he was watching himself through other people's eyes. He watched himself go into a bathroom and urinate into a toilet, feeling like a peeping Tom doing this. He slowly slipped back into himself and loosened from the … Continue reading This face of mine – Chapter II.
Guillaume had escaped through the bedroom window. He had jumped into a patch of soft soil which his father used for throwing food waste in, and tucked himself under the wooden fence that couldn't keep a large dog from getting out if it decided to crawl, instead of dig. He could feel the imprint of … Continue reading This face of mine – Chapter I.