Anne Frank short story - Seb Lowe ‘Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy’

‘Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy’

*

Silence became deafening after a while. Sitting alone in my 6 foot by 6 foot

enclosement, with no company but my shadow. My eyes were always alert now -

concentrating on the steel lined door before me. The pandemonium outdoor

events penetrated the thick walls that contained me.

*

I glared longer at the door, praying for my own good will that it’d stay shut, and it

did. For I knew that if I asked my poor God to salvage my life and produce mercy

in my presence it would shield me from the depth of my darkest regrets.

*

I realised that I was going to stay for a while and started to lose hope. My only

wish was to escape my pit of eternal loss; yet I couldn’t see to my exit.

I dared to detach my gaze from the threat to my existence, and noticed that

during my time of fear, I wasn’t aware of a bright, heavenly feature that grew

behind me.

The most beautiful rose grew in such a dilapidated room of despair.

It was beautiful.