The Kingdom of closed doors (1)

SHE
She had a name. It was Veronica and on the day-after-tomorrow she will turn 25. If anyone would ever try to see and understand the inner world of Veronica, they would very soon abandon the idea, as it happens to be something pointless and useless. No one ever was interested neither in Veronica’s inner world, nor in her dreams and hopes. Sometimes she cried because of that, and sometimes she would lock herself in her room, and would stand by the window for hours with her head up, she would listen, how in the saturated air of impatience, the circles of eternity make their round-about. She was the only one chosen to know what happens behind the closed doors, where the silence squashed the ears, and the walls, interrupting each other, start to speak to you. And every time she would step out of her locked room, she would go through a change. She knew it, she enjoyed it, and that’s why she would use every opportunity to get lost in her kingdom of closed doors.
And so: the walls – they had voices, and not only ears as commonly believed. They had a weird manner to talk in whisper and all at the same time. But from time to time, you could hear the bits of phrases and even comprehend them. Thus, the first wall had a low and quiet voice, and it was saying that “this is happening when the dim light of street lamps falls on the closed doors, and when the chained up hand in shackles are about to touch the beloved face. Another one insisted that this is the same feeling when you sneak from behind the curtain, watching a miracle to happen. The third one, the noisiest, shouted that this is the same when being stabbed in the back by someone you love and trust. It is very possible that walls were saying something else apart from that, but it could not be heard, due to the noise of the morning tram passing by…Soon disappeared the street lamps; they were changed by the morning sun rays…

To be continued...