Poetry

Room

Written by Jacob Ibrag

‘And what did you see when you entered into the room?’

Opening his eyes, he got up from the recliner and walked to the

door, ‘I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s been a year, I don’t see how

these sessions are relevant for me returning to the force. I don’t remember

anything except a room covered in black substance, that’s it. Just fill the damn

form that says everything is good so I can go back to living.’ Flipping through her

notebook, she tears out the first page and hands it over to him. ‘You were gone for

thirteen days and when you returned to our town, you didn’t know your name. All

you talked about was a room and a woman that took you there. You said that

there is a plan for us, I need you to tell me what that meant.’ Crumbling

the page, he throws it on her table and exclaims, ‘I can’t!’


Artist Unknown

 

 

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8 comments on “Room

  1. I want more of this. This could turn into a killer short story or novel.

    Liked by 6 people

  2. Pingback: Room – Reposted, credit to the blog owner | Beaunique

  3. Some thinks, just don’t need explaining….

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Thanks for sharing

    Liked by 2 people

  5. Sometimes, things would only make sense to those who’d experienced it personally and firsthand, and, it’s, next to impossible, to make everybody else outside of oneself understand…

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