We walked down the road and we were just arriving at the old house near the street when she looked at me eerily. ‘’Things haven’t really going well for my family, you know, the stress, the lack of food-they really have taken a toll on us’’ she said. I just stood there, looking at her with eyes sore like muscles after a good run, my soul in the gutter just waiting to be picked up by a random driver who’s giving odd souls like me hitchhikes. ‘’What can I do to help?’’ I tried to mutter but couldn’t. She looked at me, disappointed, and lowered her head. She looked as if she was let down, like I had put her head in dirty water and held her there with her hands tied behind her back waiting for her to stop struggling. The feeling of her asphyxiation hit me hard, the sounds of her soul crushing against my icy wall of apathy made sounds that made even the sanest men find madness at their doorstep.
My windpipe felt like it was closed for ages now, filled with the nasty aromas that emanated from this awful place and this made me gag.
To be continued..