Why Can’t You See Me?
I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Time seems to be hard to keep track of. I used to wander around this mansion, but now prefer to be here.
A family moved in. It had been a long time since I had seen other people. I welcomed them, but they ignored me and even looked straight through me. Their clothes were strange and they began bringing items into the house I had never seen before. One was a large rectangular object which often has people moving inside it. I was dumbfounded when I saw it. I wondered if they were evil magicians and had imprisoned people inside it. I remember hearing stories about things like that in my youth.
I don’t like being ignored, so I spend most of my time in this room since they don’t ever come in here anymore. Maybe one day they will acknowledge me.
Word count: 150
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #54.
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