Shutters

 I turned the silver metallic key in between my thumb and forefinger. 

Aaaaaah. It’s gripped. 

The faithful green shutters whirred into life, rising to the top of the window like the metallic angels they were. I held and paused. They clanked and halted at the top. 

Sunshine shone in. No that’s a lie frankly. Light shone in. A new day. Moist blobs fell from the sky, settling on the green mossy canvass outside. I looked up at the slate grey sky. It’s raining. Typical. Good for the gardens I thought. Fuck all for anyone else though. 

I repeated this twice more. The weather was the same through each opening. Dull. Damp. Wet. Northern. The featureless red brick housing, also damp, gazed back at me. We were both looking for answers. None of us could give any. 

I opened the windows despite the cold. I closed them again. Clonvide rules finished ages ago. I found my worn out blue chair and started.