Something of a slight personal amusement. A very short story, at least part of it, that I wrote awhile ago. Nothing grand but at least it is worth the read if you do not mind the vague imagery and slight line cross near the end.
The full story may be found here, on my deviantART.
The Inhabitant
Welcome to a room, a room with no true windows or even a door; a room that is slit on its walls to allow view to the outside, but not in, a tiny room with only one inhabitant. This room is really a cage and its one inhabitant has been inside it sense before its own creation. The inhabitant, within this caged room is a dirty foul thing. Covered in sores and boils, it is an inhuman creature, this inhabitant. The disgusting thing gurgles and burps as it tries to communicate with those around it, but the cage lets out no sound.
This story is not about the beast that remains in its cage, but rather the woman he watches. Each day, he stares out with his brown puss covered eyes to see a being of grace and beauty glides across the ground that can not be seen. It is if the woman can fly as her long gown of purples and blues runes along the ground. Long black hairs almost reaching the ground, the colors of her clothes seem unimportant to the steady blackness of her hair.
Once in a time, even her eyes and face can be seen. It is rare that the woman look toward the cage but, on occasion, it appears as if a glance is exchanged. The brown puss filled monster eyes meeting the deep black and southing of the woman's. It is heaven for the beast for only a second but it is enough to keep him calm inside the cage. The woman moves on, she has seen nothing.
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