‘I can never go back,’ like a child I feared.
What now? It’s too early to call for ‘help’. Scared of ‘Where is my rent’ confrontation, I traveled the city alone. I refused to sneak back in. Not yet! His work uniform, I suspect, is hanging in the closet.
‘Losing his marbles,’ echo of my laughter filled the empty streets. ‘Crazy landlord!’
If it wasn’t for my entertaining thoughts, I might have fallen asleep. A homeless guy and me on Grafton Street. The road led me to a quite neighborhood. I dared not enter before. Half the windows broken. The other half, covered up with wooden panels, hid what used to be a peaceful home. I felt like him.
‘Oh, girl,’ I shook my head. ‘You are asking for trouble!’
Indeed I was! Something to break the silence. Let the building go on fire. Let men shoot, I want to be a witness! No angel could stop my horrid thoughts. I ran towards the sound…
‘I want a building down!’
Dust in my eyes, I can’t see. I tear-up. Praising the noise for once, I sat quietly on cold concrete. Dared not to interrupt… I no longer felt like an intruder.