Da’mon-Ahsy Eugene Thompson
Stories (1/0)
Banishment
He cried. He cried and cried and cried until he woke up, not realizing he’d cried himself to sleep. He opened his eyes and was met with confusion followed by understanding and sorrow. She was gone. He didn’t know if he’d ever see her again, but he knew how slim the chances were. She’d been banished. Kicked out of the safety of the walls and thrown into the Forbidden Lands, where she wasn’t likely to last a day. At least it hadn’t rained last night. Eventually, he rose, rubbing crust from his eyes with his forearm, and dragging himself from his bed and out of his small house, which was being held together by scraps of metal, wood, plastic, and whatever else he could get his hands on. He didn’t care that he still wore his worn and torn nightgown or that his blonde hair lay matted wildly on his head. He went to use an outhouse near a huge wall reinforced by layers of wood, bricks, etc. Eventually, he returned home to lay back on his bed, facing the ceiling and staring. He thought about how what was happening was his fault, and how the love of his life and his unborn child were alone and in danger. He started contemplating ways to escape the walls surrounding him, starting to feel more and more trapped by the second, as though the walls were closing around him and he was growing at twice their speed. He sat up, realizing how heavy each breath came. He looked toward his door, longing for fresh air, but dreading moving. He lay on his side and stared into space, when he heard a voice from within his home.
By Da’mon-Ahsy Eugene Thompson3 years ago in Fiction