Hey there folks, hope you are doing well, right then in an attempt to deliver on my promise of two new stories within ten days here is the first! I tried to write this story from the top of my head as quickly as possible in an attempt to give it some panicky urgency, not sure if it worked out or not!..

    Without further ado lets get down to business, remember you can download a direct audio file of the story from the “audio” page or subscribe in iTunes by clicking here: Original Short Stories it will take you to the page in iTunes itself, it would also be a great help to the series if you could go and give it a rating out of 5 if you so please, or maybe even write a review!

But now...

Trapped

By Daniel .M. Brown

How did it come to this? She thought. Looking around the room that had encased her for so long. Had she really lived a life so bad that this was what she deserved? What was it that led her to be here? Why did she never have any visitors? Did people really hate her? Did they not care? Had they forgotten?

It doesn’t matter anymore she thought. Why should she care if they are all going about their daily lives without giving her a second thought? She had more pressing matters  at hand, like getting out of this place. The dim grey walls were depressing her more and more day by day, the light from the window shone in split into strips through the blind. The carpet was tattered and torn round the doorway, the door hung open at an awkward angle, stuck on the crumpled carpet, just enough to get in and out, not quite enough to be graceful about it though. Still no need to worry about that for much longer.

How was she going to get out? That thought ran through her mind, again and again. An idea would reveal itself, but she would declare it to risky. The daylight hours would quieten down to near silence and she would not dare to leave her bed for fear that someone might know she was up to something. This was how she lived, in constant fear of being caught, but being caught doing what? She wasn’t sure, which helped keep her fear constant!

She moved to the doorway, her final idea was going to be put into action. It was dark, still early in the morning, fewer people around to see her. She passed out of the room into the hallway, then quickly down the stairs, she was halfway across the cold wooden floor when she heard a noise. She froze, terrified. It rang out again.

What had gone wrong with her plan, how had she over looked this simple factor. She looked towards the source of the sound, the doorbell... Her doorbell. The postman rang it again. She panicked, she turned and fled back up the stairs. Back into the room where she had only minutes ago felt so trapped, now it offered safety, just what she needed. She heard a rustling downstairs, the postman had given up, there would be no parcels for number thirty today... Maybe never again. She pulled the bedclothes up over her head.

There she stayed until she was certain it was safe to come out, and even then, she didn’t.

The End.

Thanks for reading/listening,

As always look after yourself and have fun,

dan