Chiaroscuro

My eyes swept the page as I took in the words printed on the newspaper.

As usual death, crime, and more bad news encapsulated most of the articles on each page; even the comics seem to follow the flow of the drama. I looked up from the monochromatic pages and saw the same colour in the scenery before me. I closed the paper and tossed it to the couch across from me. Unfortunately, it didn’t hit its target and instead it knocked against the stack of papers I had right beside the couch causing the whole thing to fall over in a hellish mess. I swore underneath my breath, the sound of old papers hitting the ground echoed throughout my deserted house. I exhaled an aggravated huff of breath, stood up from my seat and walked over to my kitchen to get myself something to eat.

When is that woman supposed to arrive?! I thought, hearing the frustration I had in my head. I opened the refrigerator and peeping inside I noticed that it barely had anything for me to eat; it contained a bunch of bottles of ketchup, water, and half empty sodas. The fridge had other things that surely would not satisfy my growing hunger. I slammed the door shut with an angry growl. Walking back to the living room, I passed by several photo frames on the floor with broken glass surrounding it; a mess I’ve made and left unfixed for more than a few weeks. I recognized some of those pictures; in most of them I was standing beside people I used to know. As I looked at these remnants of my distant past, seeing the photos in black and white---like everything else for that matter-- I wondered if the photo is old enough to be taken in such colour but perhaps it was just my blasted colour-blindness.

The thought only made me even more annoyed. Instead of sitting back to where I recently was, I strode over to the door and opened it. Fresh breeze and sunlight greeted me but not the woman I was waiting for. I slammed the door harder than I did with the refrigerator door. I began walking back to the living room but the moment I set foot in the said room, there came a rhythmic knock on the door. I heaved another sigh of annoyance as I walked back to the door and opened it, and there, standing in front of me, was a young woman with a large grin plastered on her face.

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