Apartment 103 wasn't anything shabby, but it was a home with an emerald green door and that meant it was good enough for me. I snatched the spare key from the vent cut out at the bottom of the wall opposite the apartment and let myself in. I always leave the spare key in a safe place in case of emergency, luckily there are no prying eyes to be wary of these days.
My mum smiled at me and my dad looked concerned, but they didn't put their thoughts to words as they swiftly continued their tasks between the living and dining room. Sometimes when I observe them I think of dad sitting reading a newspaper on the green couch and mum watching TV whilst eating pasta. The image pops out of my mind onto a black, white and red paper coming out of the telegraph box downstairs with script of modern-day society in mid-century modern homes all around New York.
I travel in time back to reality as my mum asks me: "how was your day?"
"it was good" I replied with a fake smile.
I turned away from her gaze as I internally scoffed.
This was all an act. Paper and pictures with blank words in a building that I loved, looking through a window with no opportunity.
Not yet.
YOU ARE READING
'Blank Words.'
Krótkie Opowiadania[Story Complete] This is a short story i wrote in my senior year of high school that i am really proud of and had thought about posting on here for a while. It's about a young teenage boy's viewpoint on his life at the current time, and relationship...
