It wasn’t all that different from the flat he used to have - before… before everything went wrong. Before he resigned and was punished by being sent to that place, a place designed to suck the very marrow from him. He’d fought and he’d won, but at a tremendous cost.
He glanced over at a picture, its glass, much as his marriage, cracked in half. He couldn’t blame Margaret. She’d worked hard to make a life with him afterwards… worked through the paranoia, the anxiety, and the never-ending nightmares.
Finally, in the end it had been too much and she’d left him. Perhaps she would have stayed longer if he hadn’t attacked her one night, thinking she was sent from The Village to spy on him. He’d nearly killed her then. He didn’t fight the divorce, letting her have the house. It was merely a shell for him anyway. His life was in London.
Re: Welcome to the VillagetimelessapeelMay 10 2016, 17:55:25 UTC
Brrr! The atmosphere is pitch perfect--you can just feel the sense of foreboding the second he decides to go out to the country. You'd think he'd want to stay in the city after being held in the country for all that time!
Eerie and sinister--very "Prisoner"-esque. Good work!
Re: Welcome to the Villagespikesgirl58May 10 2016, 18:31:20 UTC
Thank you so much! I adored Portmeirion when we visited there and we spent a lot of time walking in No. 6's footsteps. it's hard to imagine it as a place of terror or confinement. :D
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It wasn’t all that different from the flat he used to have - before… before everything went wrong. Before he resigned and was punished by being sent to that place, a place designed to suck the very marrow from him. He’d fought and he’d won, but at a tremendous cost.
He glanced over at a picture, its glass, much as his marriage, cracked in half. He couldn’t blame Margaret. She’d worked hard to make a life with him afterwards… worked through the paranoia, the anxiety, and the never-ending nightmares.
Finally, in the end it had been too much and she’d left him. Perhaps she would have stayed longer if he hadn’t attacked her one night, thinking she was sent from The Village to spy on him. He’d nearly killed her then. He didn’t fight the divorce, letting her have the house. It was merely a shell for him anyway. His life was in London.
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Eerie and sinister--very "Prisoner"-esque. Good work!
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