Thursday, October 27, 2016

Flea Market Photos

It was just my brother and I, just us to playing in the big dark house. We were not allowed to leave or enter in any other rooms without a command from them. Who are they you may ask? I have no clue. They were masks so we won't know there identity. But why us? All day we stay in our rooms in the dark. I don't remember when was the last time I actually saw my brother's face. We were in the same room but I was suppose to be on this side and he was on the other. If we pass the midline alarms would go off and we would receive punishments. Sometimes they would take us separately and let us sit in the dark room alone for hours and sometimes even days. One thing that they did was when we were being transported they would cover our faces so we don't see where we are going. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner? That I'm not certain. I don't know when I will have breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Sometimes I would get one meal a day or if they were being nice three meals a day. All-in-all I don't know how I was put there and I don't know how I escape from there, but I know for certain that I never want to go back there. 

1 comment:

  1. This is a creative approach to the photo, very imaginative. What a terrible existence for those kids...I could see this story expanded into a book.

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