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| volfie | Oct 21 2009, 04:46 PM Post #1 |
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He sat up and a clanking echoed in the crystal room. A thread of light trickled from a broken wall. The man dragged himself over to the crack in the glass and peeked through. Every day he did this just before the sun came up. When the sun did come, he became blind. Everything would sparkle and shine with every color in every hue. The man placed his hands on either side of the slit and his silver shackles rattled against the crystal walls. The man strained against his chains and saw, through the crack in the milky glass, in the painless light of dawn, a silhouette. The man held his breath. This was the moment he lived for. The slightest bit of time before the sun and crystal conspired to blind him. The man leaned forward, eager as ever, and placed his feverish forehead upon the cold, smooth surface of his prison. Every day, he thought, I wait for this moment so as to prove that I have, indeed, not gone blind or insane. He let out his breath and, once released, it came in shallow puffs. The silhouette became a person, and the person became a woman. A woman with sun browned skin and bronze hair that fell to her waist in thousands of curls. Her startling green eyes always seemed happy, which of course, made the man happy. The man watched her gorgeous body make the path from her house to the city well and back. She was dressed in deep gold and a forest green sash was tied around her waist with an identical one covering the bottom half of her face. The man drank her beauty greedily. The sun was about to rise. I am not blind, the man told himself silently. I am not blind. He looked towards the woman again and saw that she was conversing with a man dressed all in dark blue. The man in the prison couldn’t tell what they were talking about, but he heard the woman laugh. Never before had he heard such a beautiful and sparkling sound. As he rolled in the joy of having heard her laugh, the man in blue leaned forward, pulled the dark green sash from the woman’s face, and kissed her. Everything shattered. The image of that kiss burned into the shackled man’s mind. Ever since he had been imprisoned he had never used his voice. He used it now. The man screamed. He had loved her. She had been the only one who kept him sane. The trapped man watched the woman and the man in blue prolong their kiss, and agony writhed through him. He screamed with all his miserable soul. With all his crumbled heart. The man in the glass cell started to cry. All he could see was his fair lady kissing another man. The man’s tears fell against the unclear glass with a plip as the couple outside continued their lives. “I am blind,” the man whispered through his tears. The sun came up. |
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