Infinity. That is how long I have been waiting. I’m exaggerating. I’m tired. Thirsty. Cold. Stubborn.

My sickly perfume hangs in the air. My nose is tingling, my stomach is lurching. But outside the streets reek in envy and fear.

They will come back. They must come back. Please come back.

The silence is stifling. The silence from them. They blocked my ears with their irresistible lies. Shielded my eyes with a veil of flattery. Tied a ribbon round my pretty bow mouth. The suffering of the people goes on. 

The fire died one hour ago. I do not know how to rekindle it. I dare not touch the smouldering soot with my white gloves.

The table before me is laden with fruit, sandwiches and cakes. A tea party without guests is no party at all. How dare they leave me in this insufferable emptiness.

I’m bored. Boredom comes easily to those who wait. Those who are waited on. Always waiting. Tired of waiting. Tired of everything. Tired of nothing.

Nothing stays. Nothing changes. Nothing is in my power.

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A knock at the door. Finally.
“Enter”
“We are here representing the people of the Kingdom of Lies that you have constructed.”
“Kingdom of what?”
“Lies. Madam, would you kindly stand. These two gentleman shall escort you to your cell.”