https://steemit.com/story/@govannonfrei/last-wednesday-night
The girl was trembling behind the wooden door, fear had taken her hand and shook her body like a vibrating guitar string. Nothing anyone could say could calm her down. She freaked out by what she had seen, she might as well have had an ice cold bath, might not have shaken to the bone like she did now.
What people didn't know about her was that she lived alone, in this house, hard to believe due to all the sounds coming from within it. Though no one would ever bother to knock on the door and ask if anything was okay. That was life in the city for you, everyone walked by as if no one else existed, to a job they hated, to a life they dreaded.
The selfish nature of her neighbours were the only ones that could have: save her, or at least given her a few more moments.
To be continued ....
https://steemit.com/story/@govannonfrei/that-friday-morning
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