Life Of a disregard Friend- Devon

Devon is one of a kind.
He encompasses every human beings.
He is open all the time to people.
Sometimes he gets angry, he closes at them.
He can keep you prisoner, or show you the way of escape.
People stand there and look at him, some with anger in their eyes and some with hope.
He is open when you least expected

 And he is closed when you think he is open.

Then you struggle hard with him for an answer.

People came to look through him, he smiles at them.
Some freaks even come closer to expel vapor on his face. They even draw on him.
He can't move much. He only knows two way of moving.
But he remained calm. Devon is poor.

He was once rich, covered in bright dress, and so often he stood with a French -like scarf around his neck.
Some village elders still talks about him, during tea time, under the old Olive tree.. As if it would help the condition of Devon.

He remains covered with dust, strangers come to bully him.

One of them often comes to  swore and bang at him.
His eyes are large, weary by the years standing in the sun. He sees well.
He knows the whole history of the village and its people.
Some church good-men came and offered him a bath at the public basin. He refused.
He remained firmly gripped with strong arms to the wall, while they threw buckets of water on him.
They are ashamed of him. Devon is an eye sore.

He thought many times of going somewhere else. He wants to escape their prison.
But he if he goes away, wouldn't he leave a blank space for speculations?

Who cares? He laugh in his head.
He can't drink  anymore. He is too old.

One of a  drunkard. He has been drinking since he was transferred to this village.
Drinking at every heavy rains and storms. And from the gutters of Old Billy shop, his neighbor.

He strangely got that tainted red oxide look, as if he is rusting.The village folks thought he was a leper.
And children came running, threw stones at him.

Some military doctors came and fixed him.
He stood there again. In the wind, he dances in and out. On a cold moonless night, he crashes himself with sadness and anger on the wall.
At night they locked him. Devon read about slavery, and he cried.

There was that poster about slavery some youngsters stuck on his forehead, he had read that.

During summer holiday, he remained locked. Matty's dog piss on him, and Devon's feet remain tainted with a light yellow glow.
He's got no nike shoes. Only a graffiti of Nike on his foot. He is bare footed all the time.

One night while standing there, some vagabonds came and broke the lock. They hit him.

One of them was a girl. Devon knows it, because her hair, were scenting sweet like wild fruits.

The sweetness caressed him on his face. But the girls' buddies were violent. Devon had no money, nor was he protecting some kind of treasure.

Devon watched with terror. That night he remained in pain and cried very loud. With will power,Devon  stood up and dances .He can't feel anything. In the movement he smashes every glass panes left. They fell like diamonds glittering in the faint moon  light.

He is dizzy in the  head , he falls, losing grip with one arm. In the fall, he breaks the other one. The girls hair and perfume flashes before him, in slow motion. He can smell the fruity scent again, to his amazement.

He lies down, broke and injured.

Never,he thought he will have the courage to stand again.His arms are broken . They would come and throw him away somewhere. In the gutters..? The military soldiers would come, and stare at him.They would talk in a that strange language he does not know. He only learned two words from them. "ok", or "its complicated". Once they said " ok", and Devon smiled. He was thinking again about new scarfs and a bright room, where he would guard proudly.

They would throw him in the marsh..He thinks about rats and marsh monsters. Tears run down cheek. He quickly think about Old Billy and the gutters. And he is missing Matty’s dog. Who pissed on him, but some times of day would sleep near him, and looked at him in the yes for food and some care.Matty's dog is not at fault he is weaker than Devon. And Devon loves him, for his companionship.
He got no family. Devon was alone.And he is still alone, when he is about to die.
He was the only Door in this building. Goodbye Devon for your long service to mankind.