Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 226.
Notes: Title from John Milton quote.
White. If we were to play “I Spy with My Little Eye” it would always be “Something Beginning with W.”
Texture only exists outside of this room. Out there I’ve said so many different things through so many different faces. For a while I even looked like Sean Connery but it didn’t last. Every time we think we’ve got it nailed she changes the rules and the whole world tilts.
Really, it’s not all bad. Nelson spends a lot of time here. Plays a good game of chess, Nelson does. Phyllis likes to tell dirty jokes and we laugh although we’ve heard them all before. At least we think we have.
No, the one I feel sorry for is Gwen. She’s been in here so long she just sits in the corner rocking backward and forward, muttering about “‘Oops.”
The door opens and here she is again, perfect as ever, like an extra from Village of the Damned. She checks her clipboard and calls me over.
“Out you go then.”
I walk across the room, slide the drawer open and grab the sheet. I wait again for Ray to cue me.