For being such a dismal place on the inside, the outward appearance of Heathmoore was anything but. The roses varied in color. Some were the type my mother had in her garden back home.
I walked a little further and see an old man sitting on a bench under a canopy of leaves. There is room next to him and I take a seat.
“Hi,” my voice is soft, and quiet from being unused.
“Hello,” he says back, “beautiful day, isn’t it?”
“It is,” a light sigh comes out after.
“I miss the outdoors. This is the first time I’ve been out of my room. I didn’t think people were let outside.”
“Of course we’re let outside! They can’t keep us caged like animals. How long have you been here?”
“Four days. It’s been horrid being kept in that room.”
“They wait until after your consultation, once they have you on medication and a treatment plan, then they’ll let you come outside.”
“What’s your name?” Looking behind me I can see the guard walking my way.
“Ezra,” he states simply. I repeat it softly.
“I’ll look for you the next time I’m out. Have a good day Ezra,” I’m already walking away as I say the last part.
Looking back, he has a wide smile on his face, like our conversation made him just as happy as it’s made me.
Despite the sunny weather, when I return to my room it’s bitterly cold. From the dresser I retrieve the scratchy wool blanket in the bottom drawer and wrap it tightly around my shoulders.
The outing has exhausted me and I collapse back onto the bed. Emily S. (2018)