Cold, Dark, and the Color of Red
Tony sat down on the stoop, not touching the square.
This street is so normal. Brick, mortar, sidewalks, street lights, and people.
Nothing unusual. Until Tony started looking closer at the many windows surrounding the stoop, there looked to be hundreds, and yet oddly, there was one, and only one, that was completly dark. There were others with no lights on, but there was either a dim reflection of light from another room in the apartment, or there were curtains. This window, had no curtain, and no light. Just a black window, one story up and to the right of where Tony was sitting.
"That is odd..." trailed off Tony.
Just then the door behind him sung open. A woman ran past Tony and onto the street, looking back and forth, she ran to the left, after a dozen steps, a truck flew across the road crashing into the young lady and driving her into the adjecent building.
This street is so normal. Brick, mortar, sidewalks, street lights, and people.
Nothing unusual. Until Tony started looking closer at the many windows surrounding the stoop, there looked to be hundreds, and yet oddly, there was one, and only one, that was completly dark. There were others with no lights on, but there was either a dim reflection of light from another room in the apartment, or there were curtains. This window, had no curtain, and no light. Just a black window, one story up and to the right of where Tony was sitting.
"That is odd..." trailed off Tony.
Just then the door behind him sung open. A woman ran past Tony and onto the street, looking back and forth, she ran to the left, after a dozen steps, a truck flew across the road crashing into the young lady and driving her into the adjecent building.