#freewrite - Diary of an inmate and his moth.

A story started by @zeldacroft and ended by me in 5 minutes.

(This is the start of the story @zeldacroft wrote)
With a gentle click, the door closed behind her. Dragged down by her heavy, black coat, she stood still in the dim mudroom. The sense of an empty, silent house was overwhelming. It felt off, the way a dream mimicking reality never feels quite right. But this was real.
She tried taking a step further inside, and then another. Each time was methodic and careful, as if her legs would give out. Through numbness and lost thoughts, she found herself at the edge of the dining room. The curtains were drawn closed, leaving the room in reflective shadows. The familiarity was faint too, echoed in the faded wallpaper, the framed photos.
Hesitantly, she placed her hand on the back of a dining chair, feeling the cool, smooth wood against her skin. A choking sensation arose as her eyes welled with tears. They spilt as she let go of the chair to try and wipe them away. How am I supposed to do this?
It was then that she noticed the light leaking in from the next room. The blinding shards, cast against the dark floor, interrupted her despair. With curious trepidation she followed them into the cozy kitchen, which was illuminated by the brightness beaming in from the window. She saw the golden glow softening the shadows, the gilded highlights sparking on the sink, and the evergreen trees beyond, basking in the daylight."

(the next part is written by me)

How boring this book is, he thought, and how pathetic I am!
Once he was the bigg boss, nowadays he was mainly the big loser.

He lived the boring life of an inmate.
He never thought he would start reading books. Now he did even read every book available to kill time. They were his only escape out of this world.
He would love to have a pen pall, but without any help of family or friends it was impossible.

There was nobody who did reach out to him, gave him an other chance...
he knew he was not able to keep his mouth shut and that was why people disliked him. He decided to change... he would start writing a book himself. The Diary of an inmate and his moth would be a great title! He looked at the little, spooky creature that hanged around there as long as he could remember and was the only one who would be with him forever.

I do write with prisoners. The picture is made by me with my Samsung J5 smartphone. What you see has the seize of about half an inch.
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