Limbo – By Daryl Baldwin
Published By Daryl Baldwin • May 31st, 2009 • Category: Micro FictionI placed my suitcase by the door and draped my jacket over the solitary chair.
Wallpaper peeled at the edges, exposing cracks in the plaster and ironic graffiti; ‘RIP all who enter this room’ scribbled in shaky handwriting. The faded flower motif carpet, threadbare with cigarette burns, almost covered the floor. Only the smell of nicotine unified the decor.
The chair rocked on its uneven legs as I slouched onto it and lit a roll-up in a vain attempt to repress the onset of depression. I pulled the photographs from my suitcase and arranged them one by one. Three smiling children’s faces stared at me but I couldn’t focus through the fog of tears.
About the Author
Daryl Baldwin
Daryl was born in Gloucester, England. He still lives there today. He is married and has three children and 1 dog. He works in a local company making products for aircraft and other vehicles. In his spare time he likes to write screenplays and micro fiction. Reading has played a large part of his life. His love of films inspired him to start his first screenplay 2 years ago. This has progressed into trying his hand at prose and lately, micro fiction.
Wow! A punch in the gut – micro fiction as it should be.
Thanks.
Excellent way to set the mood and surround the reader with what the subject is experiancing without using one word too many. It left me wanting to know more and that’s the thing I like about it; just the hint is all the reader needs. Anything more and the story would be too much.
A sad well written tale, Daryl. Nicely done.
thanks for the comments. i fought with this story but glad i finished it.
“Only the smell of nicotine unified the decor.”
excellent! great job of setting the mood.