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I should have screamed for Daddy.
I didn't know this man.
I thought maybe my brother would have been his annoying self and bothered me as he passed by my open door. I could have gone to find my mother and helped with chores.
But I didn’t.
I only stood in the center of my bedroom, staring out my window at the man who stared back at me. I didn’t know why I didn’t do something. I knew I could have moved if I had wanted to.
I just stared.
It wasn’t a normal stare. It wasn’t one of those stares from the movies where there’s love at first sight. It wasn’t a predator stare as a lion stalks its prey. It wasn’t a magical stare or a hypnotic stare.
It was the stare of a disappointed parent who looked down at me as if I had done something wrong. It was the stare of someone who knew me very well and knew that I had been disobedient.
It was most curious that the longer I stared, the more I felt his disapointment. It was even more curiuos that I hadn’t done anything disobedient or disappointing recently, and I still felt as if I had let this man down.
He broke the stare and walked away.
I didn’t know this man.
- Title: The man outside my bedroom
- Artist: Saxgrrrl
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Description:
The full title is "The man outside my bedroom window"
I don't know what inspired me to write this but I like it. - Date: 04/30/2011
- Tags: outside bedroom
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Comments (2 Comments)
- PeachPunk - 05/28/2011
- You may not have purposely made him seem like Jesus, but the man in the story kind of reminded me of him. Sometimes readers interpret the author's story differently than the author intended. Nice work!
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- Saxgrrrl - 04/30/2011
- Before you say anything, no the man is not symbolically Jesus.
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