He opened the door. Inside, a yellow light let its tiny presence felt. The frigid space, unresponsive to the feeble power of the light, stood out in a defiant white. It was barren in there, and there was nothing to be found. Unperturbed, he closed the door.
He opened the second door. It was as if this was what the first world would become if left untouched. The power of the chill seemed to have overpowered the light, and frost had managed to coat the surfaces that were visible. A few lumps lay here and there, as reminders of what may have once been something of importance, or even use to him. Now this was just a cold and barren icy world. He closed the door.
He decided to step out. He walked towards another door. This one opened itself. Inside he could see the difference. This world was bright and lively. It was teeming with color. There were greens, yellows, reds, and even purples all around him. This stark contrast to what he had just seen stunned him. He was left confused. There were too many options, and he had no idea where to start.
He wanted to bring some of this life from the grocery store back to his fridge at home, but had run out of recipes to cook.
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5 comments:
Nice one. Like the simplicity yet the supposed suspense of the piece. Clearly a grocery store was not on the top of my head as I started reading. I was thinking more in terms of seasons.
Heh what a picturization... :) So did you end up getting anything atall??
Fantastic! I had no idea what you were writing about until the last sentence! :) Loved it!
@nandini & zubin
thanks. :-)
@esih
no. but i have found new things to make with the same stuff. so that helps. :-)
simply fantastic :D
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