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.
Loved this.
A good tale of a dead end street with no body there. Thanks for joining in Anita 🙂 🙂
Good one!
No numbers on the doors! No street sign? how in the world would you get 911 to come? Oh yeah…guess you wouldn’t. Would you?
I went to New Orleans a few years ago I had St Louis Cemetery #1 in mind when I wrote this. https://www.frenchquarter.com/st-louis-cemetery-no-1/