A Lonely Room

She stared at the lizard on the small branch, it didn’t move, neither did she. She had been doing this for some time now, and would have kept on doing it if she hadn’t been interrupted.
“What?”
The gentleman stood at the entrance to the room, waiting for her.
“Its time to go.”
“Oh.”
She looked up at the clock, and saw that the man was right.
“Well best we be off. Right?”
“Yes, mam.”
She stood up and looked around the lonely room. Noticing for perhaps the first time how bare it was. The only things in the room was the tree with the lizard, a large clock on the wall, the chair she was sitting on, and a red bag. She frowned, and turned to the kind gentlman who was waiting for her.
“I’m going to miss this place,” she said as she walked out the door.

By the time they got to the ground floor, and were quickly heading for the exit. She began to wonder why the place had so Many floors? All she could remember of the place was a bunch of long hallways, and lonely rooms with bad plaster. She was sure you could do a lot better things with thirty-eight floors.

A Lonely Room

Caleb Wells

Nampa, United States

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I wrote this around three in the morning, and I’m not sure what it is.

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