A terrible day in my life (Short Story)

I had a terrible day last Friday. It was around 9 in the morning and I was alone as all of my family had already gone to work. I’d had breakfast but I hadn’t got dressed yet. I went into the kitchen and saw that the rubbish bin needed emptying. So I picked up the bin liner and went to take it outside. I opened the front door and went along the corridor to the place where you leave your rubbish.

As I was putting the bag down I felt a draught of air and heard a bang. When I came back to my flat, I saw that the door was closed. The wind had blown it shut. I put my hand in the pocket of my pyjamas, but I had left my keys inside.

So I went down to the security man to phone my father. But they told me he had gone to the office, so I had to wait all day in the corridor outside my flat! Really that was a terrible day for mine because of my family recently transferred our house Comilla to Dhaka. I was in another flat which is situated opposite side of my flat. When my father was back to the home from the office than I got the chance to go into my flat.