A Little Less Bright Now

Written by: Tasha Wright

-Silence… … (Everywhere)
Colours are not colours today
Only dark shadows appear
Like a veil of grey being drawn over the world
A dark day is today-

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I arrive at the house of the bearded man
Admittedly, he and I are not the best of friends
But today I must visit him

I must!

I push the wooden doors forward
They are thick and heavy
I use two hands
The day is wet
The wood is damp.

My thin black sole hits the marble floor
Like a perfect ice cube
It is cold and smooth.
My feet move one in front of the other
I am walking (I don’t know how)

Empty
The building and I
Echoing footsteps
Echoing breath

A forest of pews lay before me
Brown, old and cracked
It is a long walk
But I reach the end of the forest
And I sit

I am uncomfortable
I am alone

I stare at a long box in front of me
A box with chrome handles on the side
It is not like a box you get at Christmas or on your birthday

Such boxes are filled with surprises
But not this box

No – not this box


In minutes the box vanishes into blue velvet curtains

I watch as it disappears

It is gone

The box is gone

You are gone…