ADSactly Fiction: 2020: The Confinement Of Man
2020: The Confinement Of Man
The wall of the house was cracked and through its cracks the echoes of silence could be heard. The woman closed her eyes and thought she didn't know what was behind the door, but she sensed that it was the ghost of death that was covering everything. They had long since become accustomed to a country full of voices, full of misery, with hunger tattooed on their starving, yellow faces. Perhaps that was why the plague had not caught them off guard, he thought, his face glued to the glass. We have been waiting for you for a long time," he said aloud as if he were talking to someone, as if someone had really arrived.
For days now the only contact with the outside world was a ramshackle car that passed by twice a day, giving figures for the number of people killed in the last few hours and warning people not to leave their homes. The woman did not know if she was the only one left in the country, but she was the only one in that destroyed and old house. Her children had left the country years ago, her husband had died. She had always kept in touch with the children via telephone or internet, but after that, she never heard from them again. The woman looked out the window and thought that quarantine had begun in that country a long time ago. Death had been eating at their heels for more than 20 years.
Everything was already dark and the woman felt hungry. There was so little left in the cupboard. She looked at the package of rice and grabbed 10 grains. Raw, one by one, she began to put them in her mouth and began to suck on them. The woman discovered that this was a distraction from hunger, despair, and misery. Of course, there was no electricity, no gas, no water, but that was not a problem: the people of that country had trained themselves for the shortages, they had learned to survive on almost nothing. The woman thought that at that point they all looked like ghosts rattling their chains of caged animals, because they had lost their freedom and their soul.
The houses also looked like night and grey spectres, doubled up in the pools of rotting water. The woman returned to the window and there she leaned against one of the walls as she closed her eyes. What day it was, what month, what year. She heard the alarming voice that always came from the car: Don't go out. We will shoot anyone who comes out. The health of the country comes first. Don't leave your homes. The woman felt her eyes close by themselves and asked God to give her a little place in heaven.
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A real gripping story here my friend.
Blessings!
Thank you for reading and commenting, @papilloncharity
Only my pleasure my friend!
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Your fiction, @nancybriti, recreates very well the terrible characteristics of an almost dystopia realized in the present, which is, to a great extent, the one we are living in Venezuela and other parts of the planet. The forced confinement, together with the many deficiencies in food, medicine and other services, make up a truly dramatic picture, very close to those described in works of science fiction or anticipation. Thanks for your good post.
At this point we can say that reality has surpassed fiction. Science fiction books have gradually become history books, social books. What we never thought we'd see or experience is right in front of our eyes. Greetings and thanks for your comment, @josemalavem.