NO CHANCE (SHORT STORY)

9

Come on. Hold on. I walked on a little further from the house and looked around.

Drifts.

I walked away. Oh, my. It's the same building they took me out to put me in the blue truck. The same building.

I walked around the other corner of the building and saw a street going into the distance. What horror.

I walked around the other side of the building. The entrance to the mad pianist's house.

... So, going further, I would see the girl in the window.

I am crazy.

I was always wandering around the same building.

For the first time, I wished I'd kept going with the rest of the guys in the van. Now it seemed to me that the guard and the unpleasant lady were taking us home.

I screamed. Then I cried. There was nothing in the world but this damned building and the street—a piece of land whose paths would eventually lead me to this place.

That's all I saw.