Thread: The Lock

1/18/2011

When I was a boy, I was locked in my room. I screamed and yelled but they would not let me out. So I banged and banged and broke the lock. Until they fixed the lock, they could never lock me in again. They would never fix the lock, I knew. I turned the handle, crept through the hallway, down the stairs, creaked open the door, steped outside.
The air was cold. The night everywhere. I had nowhere to go. I was afriad. On the stoop I cried, because I was afraid. I was free, but I was not. I went back inside, suspicious of why they hadn't noticed me already. I slithered back through the hallway. With my own fear, I locked the door. I could not break it.

-Keaton

Who is they?

I was afraid. On the stoop I cried, because I was afraid.

You already told us you were afraid...yet you haven't mentioned any stoop. A slight blip of awkward wording...

Are you a snake? In a cage? They slither, but cannot cry. They are fearless...can you be fearless?

Kind of cool, but a bit "young." The "I'm never really free from society" concept is well understood by most of us, perhaps too well. The idea of getting free from a cage, but having nowhere to go, is a very old one. Banishment from a tribe, meant starvation.

This was interesting. It seems that almost anyone to some degree can relate.

"Until they fixed the lock, they could never lock me in again".

I wouldn't follow "until" by "never", sounds funny, logically. Why not just "Until they fixed the lock, they could not lock me in again"