Actually, come to think of it, there's not that much space either. There's a thick thing I can see through, but I can't get through it. The other toys that visit (once the little girl is asleep) tell me it's glass.
Apparently, I live in a snowglobe. I don't know why anyone would want to trap me in such a place, or why the other toys are free. I kinda want to get out and explore the garden, or be able to hug another toy when I feel lonely. Also, the fake snow is really annoying. I'd think I'd be fine if the little girl would just stop shaking it (and me).
She's a nice, quiet girl, I suppose. Doesn't mistreat the other toys, and always holds tea parties with me in the middle, watching the rest drink invisible tea and munch on the see-through cookies she forces on them. It doesn't look that bad. I don't know why all of them complain so bitterly once she falls asleep. They get to move, they get to breathe, they get to talk.
No, I can't move. I can't talk. I can't breathe. I'm stuck inside a glass globe with fake snow and a stupid backdrop of New York City.
She had given him every chance but every time they became intimate, he would bolt. Sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks, sometimes longer than that. Each time he tried to stay away, each and every time, something would happen to unite them. It was clear to her, they belonged together, But that was not clear to him. Three weeks ago , however, she had been in a different place. She couldn’t say what had happened, what had triggered the new attitude, but she had a new attitude. She was done.
She called him to let him know where she was but he would not take her call. He chose to text instead. He needed to keep his distance. She cared about him enough to respect his need. She laid her feelings out on the phone like a hand of poker. But he threw them back at her. He knew her feelings, knew where she stood; he just wasn’t crossing that bridge. It hurt, but she let him go and this time promised not to look back.
Then, of course, life got in the way. First he got busy at work and then she had to go away on business.They seemed to be unable to have a second date. She got discouraged. Maybe this wasn’t supposed to happen. Maybe the universe was warning her not to get attached. A week later, while sitting at home, lamenting her situation, her old boyfriend called. He was going to be in her neighborhood, could he stop by. She said sure. She didn’t think anything of it.
When he showed up, he said they needed to talk and told her how much he missed her and how much he wanted to try again. She was surprised and didn’t know what to say. Her throat closed and she couldn’t breathe. At that moment, her phone rang. It was the new guy, finally calling. She panicked and excused herself and went to the bathroom to get herself together. While in the bathroom, she opened the window and took heaving gulps of air. What should she do? She had cared for her old boyfriend for years. No man had ever been able to get her to stop thinking about him. At least not until this new guy. She felt he had the potential to be the one. He could be the one she could finally experience love with. But she wanted, needed closure with her old flame
Her connection with both of them was amazing. When she and her old flame were together, their attraction was palpable. With the new guy, she laughed and smiled and glowed. When they were together, she felt female and sexual yet shy. With the old guy, she felt womanly and yet a little self-conscious. Both brought out the good she could be as well as the scared little girl that had never grown up.
“Sweetie? Are you okay in there?”
“I’m fine,” she answered as as her phone rang again. He was calling again. One on the phone and one in the other room. One here and one there. One choice. One decision. One chance. The past revisited and a chance at a new future...maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he was calling to say never mind. But, it didn’t really matter why he was calling. It shouldn’t matter what he was going to say. The man she chose should be her decision. She should not let either man’s choice sway her. It must be her choice, her decision. It was her life after all and she was a grown woman capable of making such decisions. But. Which. One. Was. The. One.
She used the facilities and then washed her hands. She sprayed a bit of perfume behind her ears and added a touch of gloss to her lips for courage. Then, she opened the door and made her way slowly down the hallway to the living room and her decision. She couldn’t catch her breath and her heart was racing. Her cheeks were pink and the air around her crackled with energy. She couldn’t, at that moment ,say what she was going to do or what was going to happen but she knew it was going to be an interesting night.
I am trapped, no one can take me out, I will die here… Elena looked around her in panic. She was trapped. Thankfully, she was in the basement when the earthquake occurred. At first she had thought that no damages happened, the room was left as it was before. But when she approached the exit, she found out that she couldn’t open it. What would she do now?
She was in the basement for three days. She had found enough food and water to pass a whole week, but now she was scared. Will anyone come to look for me? Or, will I die here? She was weary and her nerves were on edge. At first she was hopeful but now she was desperate.
Tack, tack. A noise came from somewhere near her. She looked around confused, she had grown used to silence the last days. Tack, tack, she heard again and then she understood. She was free.
AN: An earthquake happened today in my country and I inspired by this. Thankfully we had no deaths or trapped men, only a few injured people.
Author's note: Ugh guys I am so sorry-the past two days have been awfully busy for me. I have to prep for my graduation showcase,which means making connections with industry professionals until 11 plus. And yesterday I have to come to school to do some preparations for my showcase and I was distracted by DWSR.
BTW it is my Moonrise Kingdom Richard II AU-One Summer's day. I apologised if the details are a little sketchy as I do not have time to develop it properly and plus that prompt is challenging for me. I am trying very hard not to kill King Richard II like the orginal play. My twin sis antiquelaceartist will make dying whale noises on that death scene.
Do give me feedback on anything...
FYI:The title is a hymn that is used for the Britten's opera Noye's Fludde!
