RDP Thursday: THE BEDROOM WINDOW

My name is Helli Barcus and and I live all alone in a little house on a steep and rock strewn hill on Avana Street.

The houses on my street don’t have numbers by their doors and there isn’t even a sign to tell you that you are on Avana. It’s doesn’t matter. Nobody comes out here and as for my neighbors, we don’t talk to each other.

To coin a phrase, we’re dead to each other.

I have a Chestnut Tree just outside my bedroom window and when the wind blows the tree creaks and groans and scratches at my window. Sometimes I think that it wants in and sometimes I stand at the window and scratch back because sometimes,

I want out.

The houses on my street don’t have numbers by their doors and there isn’t even a sign to tell you that you are on Avana. It’s doesn’t matter. Nobody comes out here and as for my neighbors, we don’t talk to each other.

To coin a phrase, we’re dead to each other.

And we are pretty much dead to the rest of the world too.