I have no idea how long I’d been here. And for what reason. Maybe, my family couldn’t pay the ransom. Or he didn’t ask for a ransom.
Perhaps, they just wanted to ruin my life – depriving me of my freedom.
I live here day and night imagining what it is to go outside and be free. And some days, I imagine a window showing beautiful sceneries.
This windowless room gave me a different view – a view which no windows could ever give me.
This fiction is written for #FictionMonday based on the prompt -WINDOW hosted at Reflections by yours truly.