Saturday, March 09, 2002

 
Ritchie was apprehensive. At least he though that was what he felt. He looked at the solid blue door of the theater and froze. On the other side, the world was different. Everything on the other side was either smaller or larger, more dignified or less respectable. It was never gray, just black and white. His apprehension proved he was but gray, an indecisive man with an incomplete past who desired a black or white future, but he knew he would never have one. Even if the black and white world believed his black and white facade, his grayness would soon seep through the cracks. He would then lose his place in that world and never be welcomed again. If he chose not to enter, he would have a chance to wait. He could strive to become black or white. however, that could take forever and he wanted it now. His hands trembled with sweat. On its own accord, his right arm snaked toward the knob and turned it. The latch gave way and an ethereal light peered out from within to grace his cheek in pure white light. He felt the warmth but remembered the fear. He could let go. He could shed the warmth he knew now existed on the other side. But the chances of failure were great. What to do? What to do?
James posted this at 4:45 PM.