The Visitor
I went to a nursery to see the faces and when I got there, the
children were not. It seemed everybody
in the nursery was gone aside of the caretakers. Could it have been that the parents of every child who was at this
nursery was not working.
Every man and woman who worked
there stared at me with an emotionless expression upon his or her face. What had I done? Ah, yes. I was the
peculiar man who came into the children’s nursery. What kind of person did they think of me as? I went over to the desk at the front of the
building and asked:
“Why are there no
children here?”
She replied with a very tongue
in cheek answer that brought out the annoyed child in me that she had most
likely brought out in everybody who walked into that office:
“What? Here to take a peak and put to reality your
dreams.” I quickly responded with which
was clearly a lie.
“I thought my
nephew was here.” She grinned and
started laughing out feverishly. She
quickly told me to come with her and led me to a tightly sealed room. The room looked the type that policeman used
to interrogate a criminal. A busty
woman walked in the room. She started
approaching me (at first I thought to shine a light in my eyes). The woman forcibly tied me down and told me
that it would be all right. The only
description I could give this building was:
Concrete, sterile, with no windows.
I then knew…
