Bedsit window

By ScoZen

Wed, 07 Mar 2012
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The tiny mesh window can only open a few inches before striking the security grill.
Beyond a wall stained with congealed vomit.
A vivid abstract of vegetable salad with urine wash.

Above, topped with rusting fleur-de-lis pattern railings a crumbling grey pavement just visible.  
Heels click and soles slap concrete as unknown feet hurry by. 

Occasionally someone will stop, a few seconds no more.
Their temporary presence marked with a cigarette packet, sandwich wrapper or drinks can dropped to fall on rat picked bags of garbage.
 
An odour of decay seeps through the grill.
Cellar lights flicker and go out as the slot meter sucks the last coin dry.
Faint sad sobs of despair join the fetid air.
The cries of loneliness ignored as unknown feet hurry by.
 
 
 
 
 

Certificate U
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Bedsit tales and other stories.
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Comments

Submitted by sid on
It's admirable the way you can paint such a vivid picture in so few words. It's like one of those silent short-films, the way it presents image after grim image, with no explanation or apology required. I found it intriguing and unsettling. Good one

 

Submitted by ScoZen on
Thank you sid for your comment. A factual event and sad as the occupant was later found dead.
ScoZen

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I agree with sid, ScoZen. You have captured, so well, despair, degredation and loneliness in this short piece. As here, less is often more. Sand Lady;-)

 

Submitted by ScoZen on
Hello Sand Lady. Indeed "...despair, degredation and loneliness..." Bedsit land is full of it. Regards.
ScoZen

Submitted by Sooz006 on
Grim, but beautifully written

 

Submitted by ScoZen on
A true tale Sooz. A young woman with no NOK, how sad!
ScoZen