So many days spent looking for the sun. Wandering around in a fog of permanent isolation. Not know which way was up or sideways for that matter. The only delight she knew, the only thing that gave her the slightest glimmer of a spark was a glimpse of him as he left or entered his home. She would time her slumber around his known schedule and be waiting behind the grubby blinds in her upstairs bedroom. He was predictable and timely every weekday for the past 4 months. She didn’t know him but had had the sensation of touching his hand one day outside of the apartment building. That was before the event. That event that left her scrambling for the safety of her apartment prison...

wow, that was very deep and touching!!

You ! .. are a Very Good Writer my Dear ..

Loved That ..

Could you possibly .. continue that story for us .. ?

Thanks! Hmmm I hadn't though much more about it. It is kind of a teaser isn't it. Maybe I'll try to continue... :)