Today’s 3words are: Silent, White, Hope
And my ongoing story is…
The knock repeated, followed by scuffling feet, cleared throats, and WHITE Christmas filling the night’s ears.
He stared at the door, remembering the last time he opened it. He looked away, closing his eyes, praying for a SILENT night.
His neighbours had whispered for years about his hermitic life, his hatred for the living, but they didn’t understand. He didn’t hate life, he feared it.
More than that, he feared HOPE, because once that faded…
Barry “saw” the policeman standing there, informing him about Mary, and some accident, but Barry had already been closing the door… on himself, condemning everyone.