An interesting picture of two worlds from Sadje for her challenge today.
(For visually challenged readers, the image shows a camera capturing the image of a woman in color, while the rest of the image is in black and white. There are lots of tools on the wall behind the camera)
His world was black and white, with varying shades of grey in the corners.
This was his sanctuary, a place where he could dream.
The room was old and musty, graffiti covered walls adorned with tools of an ancient trade.
He would sit for hours waiting for her to come.
The first time had been for mere seconds, a trick of the light as he was setting up the camera or so he thought, but when it happened again, her image became stronger and clearer every time.
No words were ever spoken, her enigmatic smile just visible behind a sheer veil, as if she was a bride about to reveal herself to her beloved.
He shivered in anticipation.
The timer clicked, and she faded away into her own world, leaving him desolate in his.
Tomorrow, he hoped. Maybe tomorrow she would come to him.
He slept, only to dream of a hand reaching out to touch him, gently nudging him awake.
He opened his eyes and she stood beside him, just as beautiful as he’d imagined.
He was surrounded by light, and when he stood up, he could see beyond the camera into his world, cold and bleak, a huddled shape still and lifeless on the floor.