Don't Drown

[Lark 2227]

"Keeping your head above water is very hard in a flooded house. Someone open the damn front door already." 

 

 

A single blue light permeated the vast cave the man sat in, his face illuminated by a small window in his hands. The world was grey, bland, strife was the name, war was the game. He frowned as he looked upon the people, frolicking in their fantasies, following false idols of glamour and greed. He shook his head and muttered, "Fools of a kind flock together." The man muttered angrily as he got up, grunting from sitting down so long, so bitter at the grey world yet so curious simultaneously. He looked around his cave and jumped at the clash of thunder outside, a flash of lightning briefly illuminating his cave, a small bed tucked in the corner, locks and chains adorn a worn wood door, a stone mask with a crude smile carved into it lies decrepit on a table reeking of decay, and a small clear puddle that reflects the cave, which is a small room in a small shack in a small world. 

 

The man glances out his window and goes to the locks, meticulously fiddling with each, making sure each and every one is locked, satisfied with his locks and sighs and walks over to his bed and falls back on the bed, giving a weak cry of submission as the man lies down. The pitter patter of rain drowns out all his thoughts and all he does is stare at the door as the water leaks in....

[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.