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.
Void Thoughts 
Terrible to be imprisoned and not knowing why. That can be sheer torture to add over it. Nice story to go with the pic Vini.
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What a horrible experience will it be to be held up a prisoner and not knowing why and when one will get free. To imagine a window, of beautiful sceneries, on windowless walls has to be preceded with a lot of hopelessness.
Your story brought to my mind the story – The Last Leaf by O. Henry, the window being the common factor. I read it in my 10th or 12th Std. It was a sad one.
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what a nice fiction. Thanks for sharing…
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Windows do give a completely different perspective of the world, Vini. Be it the ones in our house or the ones to our mind.
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Nice
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