The Window

I began all at once. Pitch blackness, pure silence.

Time slipped by, unnoticed as I waited.

Suddenly, sensation. Movement. Shaking. Rumbling. Suddenly,  I was thrust into the world. My hand in the air, I pulled a film off of a window.. The black and white man across from me did the same.

It had to be perfect.

We stood back from the new window and put our hands on our hips, looking how it fit with the room. We stepped forward and shifted the window slightly to the right, tilting it to perpendicular with the ground. There. We looked back into the window and winked.  Black and white hands ran through black and white hair and a long sigh followed. We walked away from the window and as soon as the man was out of sight, I disappeared.

Time slipped by, unnoticed as I waited.

An older woman walked to the window. I did the same. Our black and white dresses clashed with the black and white room, but we didn’t care. Her eyes, colorless, stared into mine as she twisted the black and white ring around her finger. Her grayscale lips, expressionless, held the secrets of twenty years. At length, we stepped back. Black and white hands ran through black and white hair and a long sigh followed. The woman left.

Time slipped by, unnoticed as I waited.

A little boy and little girl came next, and so did we. Their black and white clothes fit too loose on them, but we didn’t care. Masks came off. We made faces at each other. We laughed and played with black and white makeup, drawing faces on each other. At length, a voice called from far off. We looked away and the joy left. Black and white hands ran through black and white hair and a long sigh followed. Black and white wrinkles in black and white clothes were smoothed, and grayscale masks were put back on. The children left.

Time slipped by, unnoticed as I waited.

The man returned. His eyes, colorless, stared into mine as he twisted the black and white ring off his finger. A shadow crossed our grayscale face as emotion pulled at our strings. Unseen weight fell on his black and white shoulders. Our shirt and tie were disheveled, but we didn’t care. At length, he stepped back. A younger woman entered, and so did I. Black and white hands ran through black and white hair and a long sigh followed. Surprise. Fear. Guilt. The woman left. The man stayed.

The older woman returned. We looked at the man in surprise and anger. Silent voices screamed of pain. Of sorrow. Of betrayal. At length, her eyes, colorless, stared into his as she twisted the black and white ring off her finger. We threw it, and the pain of twenty years cracked the window.  The woman left. The man stayed. We got up and looked at the window. Our fingers caressed the crack as color streamed through it. The unseen weight fell back on his black and white shoulders. A fist flashed. The window cracked further, but he didn’t care. Colorful light streaked into my world, a simple taste of the world beyond. The man left.

Time slipped by. I waited.

It had to be perfect.

The younger woman returned. We looked into the window with guilt. We picked up the black and white rings with shame. Grayscale tears slipped by, unnoticed. A lamenting hand reached to the window, reaching for absolution. Our fingers touched the color of the world. A shadow crossed our grayscale face. The rings fell. A fist flashed. Our palm on the window. The color of the world on our palm.

I smiled.

The window shattered for a moment.

I left.

The woman stayed.

It had been perfect.

I stood back from the new window and put my hands on my hips, looking how it fit with the room. I stepped forward and shifted the gold-trimmed window slightly to the left, tilting it to perpendicular with the ground. There. I looked back into the window and winked. Suntanned hands ran through auburn hair and a long sigh followed. I walked away from the window and as soon as the I was out of sight, the woman disappeared.

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