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2011 - Spring - People Are Strange Entry

Alright - 1. Alright

Alright

by

Dolores Esteban



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People are strange when you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you're down,
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain when you're strange
No one remembers your name when you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

(People Are Strange - The Doors)

I was looking out of the window, asking myself why and when things had changed. I found no immediate answer. The question nagged at me, though. And the sun blinded me. I blinked.

I turned away from the window and crossed the room slowly. I noticed the worn carpet and the dust on the shelves. Things had changed definitely.

I opened the door, left the room and walked down the hallway. I smelled the bad air. I felt I needed to get a breath of fresh air. So I left the house quickly.

The house was empty. They had sold it. They had left. They had moved to another town.

They had left yesterday. They had left together. But I still had a key to the house.

I had come here this morning, just to find that the house was empty.

I turned back to the house. I looked at the front door. Then I entered the house again. I walked around. The rooms were empty. They had taken along everything, except of the worn carpet and two wooden shelves.

The sun shone through a window. I noticed the windowpane was dirty. I gazed at the window, asking myself why and when things had changed. I knew the answer. I knew that I knew it.

Things had changed on a summer evening. All had changed within a brief moment of time.

I pushed my hands into the pockets of my coat. I blinked. The winter sun blinded me. I left the room. The hallway was dark and the air smelled bad.

I remembered that summer evening.

I went into the kitchen. I spotted a spoon in the sink. I looked at it thoughtfully.

I remembered that summer evening.

I took the spoon and looked at it closely. Then I placed it back in the sink.

They had met that summer evening. I had witnessed it. I had seen the looks they had cast each other.

I went back into the hallway. I looked up and down the corridor. My lips shivered. I turned my head.

I had left the front door open. The air was cold and it smelled of winter. At least, the bad air was gone.

I stood in the corridor, asking myself why things had changed. I found no immediate answer. The question nagged at me, though.

I climbed the stairs. The stairs creaked. I stopped at the top of the stairs. I gazed at the bedroom door. I was asking myself why things had changed.

I remembered the looks they had cast each other. Chris had moved in two weeks later. And I had moved out.

I made a few steps towards the door. I gazed at the wooden door for a while. Finally, I placed my hand on the doorknob. My lips shivered. And so did my hand.

I opened the door and gazed into the room. The room was empty. The winter sun shone through the window. I noticed the windowpane was dirty.

I clenched my teeth and I clenched my hands. I was asking myself why things had changed. Tears filled my eyes. I was asking myself why things had changed. My lips shivered. I was feeling cold. I was asking myself why things had changed. And then I let out an infuriated yell.

I hurried out of the room and ran down the stairs. I ran down the hallway and left the house.

I threw the front door shut. I ran down the street. People gave me strange looks. I just gazed back at them.

People are strange. So strange. Tears ran down my cheeks. I knew why things had changed.

All had changed within a brief moment of time. I had seen the looks they had cast each other. I took a deep breath and then hurried on.

I ran into a woman. She scolded me. I clenched my teeth and I clenched my hands. She made a step back. People gathered. I just gazed at them.

They spoke to me. I did not understand them. All had changed within a brief moment of time.

People are strange. I felt like a stranger. I felt like a stranger in a strange land.

I pushed my hands into the pockets of my coat. I blinked. The winter sun blinded me.

There was no answer to my question, at least no answer that I would understand.

The people gazed at me. And I just gazed back at them.

“Alright,” I said to them finally.

I blinked. They gazed at me with a blank look in their eyes.

People are strange. So strange. I felt like a stranger. I turned away and hurried on.


© 2011 Dolores Esteban




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On 03/14/2011 02:51 AM, AnytaSunday said:
The Doors. OMG, love it!!! :P hehe. Thanks for sharing your story. It's quite morose.
Thanks for reading and commenting. Yes, it's morose. Hope you liked it anyway :)
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So cryptic... so painful.. so, oh so emotional!!! Jim Morrison would have loved the description too i think ;) Like Anyta, I love the Doors too :) and it was wonderfully related to the words of the Ameriacn poet :D Loved it :)

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On 03/14/2011 08:27 PM, Frostina said:
So cryptic... so painful.. so, oh so emotional!!! Jim Morrison would have loved the description too i think ;) Like Anyta, I love the Doors too :) and it was wonderfully related to the words of the Ameriacn poet :D Loved it :)
Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I'm happy you liked the story.
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Wonderful. Profound really in its intensity. And subtle in its shattering. So much said and told in a brief poetic style. Art.

 

 

I loved it.

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On 03/15/2011 09:02 AM, Foster said:
Wonderful. Profound really in its intensity. And subtle in its shattering. So much said and told in a brief poetic style. Art.

 

 

I loved it.

Thanks for your comment on my story. Makes me really happy. I'm glad you liked the piece.
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Wow, that was different. The constant repetition was almost melodic, actually. I liked the almost concrete poetry structure. Never allowed to get far from the central point of the pain. Very evocative. Thank you.

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Almost like reading the aftermath of a tragedy. He tortured himself as he moved from room to room with his memories. so moving.

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On 09/14/2012 09:16 AM, joann414 said:
Almost like reading the aftermath of a tragedy. He tortured himself as he moved from room to room with his memories. so moving.
Thanks, Joann. You just made my day! :)
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