[Short Story] Writing Prompt #01 - Outside the Window

Prompt 1.

Outside the Window

         I always imagine how does it feel, if I finally have a real window in my room. No, not a ventilation that filtered the dust from the air outside just like what I've got when I was child, in my old little room in the previous city. Although it was still nice, to have the dim light slipping through the tiny-sized net every single dawn and see, the shadow of birches leaves--I believe it was the last plant life that stood up in the neighbourhood--staining the whole bed and I watch it waving on a windy day. It was magical, indeed. But sometimes, I want a real window in my room. It doesn't have to be perfect. It doesn't have to be as large as the wall side. As long as I can see the scenery outside the window, I'd be really, really glad and can't even fathom how much happiness I would get.

             Yet, my older sister won't ever let that dream of mine come true.

             "Can we just make it ourselves, Maggie? A window here--"

           "A window?! Stop it, Anuella. We've talk about this. It won't work,"she answers irritatedly, one or another day, everytime I convey that wish.
              

           I understand that my sister tried her best to do the job, to quickly run over the grocery and hoard our food supply, at least for the next one year. I know, that she might missed our parents so bad and want to replace their figure. Because mom and dad, used to keep us safe inside. Because they never skipped a day to feeding us, until the day when they just disappear and never coming back to visit our room. But still, I can't stop thinking to have a window and that isolating ourself probably not a way to live a life as a human.

a/n: Just a quick piece with minimum research. Didn't expect that this would be so dark and weird. But it is :''