There is no color.
The walls are gray. Dark shadows chase across the ceiling. A wide window gives the only light. I walk forward to the window. It’s bright, and my eyes take time to adjust.
It’s silent.
There is a faint sound of whistling wind. Eddies of dust chase themselves across the road. I listen to the stillness as I look at everything but her.
If I look at her, she dies.
I’m starved for color. Seconds pass. Lifetimes pass.
Still the wind whistles, the dust blows. I’m aching for sound.
I look.
Red satin, warm amber skin and soft brown hair lying in beautiful aliveness
on the colorless ground.
A shot cracks out, blindingly white and deafeningly loud. I close my eyes, cover my ears. When I look again, she’s still and silent and colorless.
And I’ve killed her.
3 comments:
It was your dream, wasn't it?
is she wearing a red dress?
I actually wrote a story based a little on it after you told me, but I wrote it on a computer without a USB plugin, internet, but it does have a floppy drive. Heh, floppies...
Yeah, it's my dream. And yes, she is: I didn't make it very clear, "Red satin"...
lol, that computer sounds amazing. How old is it?
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