Random Writings

Spot of red

Walking into the black and white streets of Metro was a chore to her. The corrupted street reeked of lies and manipulation. It was all too perfect; perfect shades of black, perfect shade of white and the millions of perfect shades of grey. Yet no one would question these things.

Why would they.

No cracked streets, perfectly smooth and illuminated by the city's lights. No broken windows, or smelly bins, no sketchy alleyways or bums in the streets. It was amazing to live here, safe. Safe from the truth, but she swore to never tell, or the higher ups would have her head.

Now she was stuck looking down at the train station and witnessing the speedy trains shoot through the tracks, their spotlights blinding her and eveyone waiting for their designated train.
Her job was a messy one. Of course it was messy, there was no other way to clean up a crime scene without getting your hands dirty. But she still felt the guilt rot up her insides.

Many times shes been called in and guided towards the white police tape, bold black letters printed with lies claiming there was 'construction'. But no one knew. There was no police tape, no officers in black, no murder in the apartment block down the street of a preschool, where the missing child was dead in. They fixed everything, she fixed everything. This dead child was alive and well and ran away because a bird scared her, or that's what the slimey hands of journalists type on their shiny new black typewriters. Clicking with synchronisation with one another; white letters pressed down upon as the news was speared with materialised fairytales.

That girl is dead. But her family was given a fake. A sacrificed fake, but how would they know, she was practically the same person. All it took was- Her trains here.

Grey bullet shaped body slowed down by the gate. She sped walked down the stairs and out the door ready to go home. Ready to forget what she saw. No point in thinking about it too long was the officers advice, his gloved hand gave her a reassured pat as he walked away.
She was sat on the black and white train seats, grey purse in hand. As the train launched forward so did her body, swaying towards the side it was pulled into.

Metro was a mess of black, white and grey now. Shapes had no form, colours were a blur and in her eyes all she could see out of the bullet proof windows of the vehicle was the lines of a city being pulled apart at its seems. For hours she focused on the blurred city, feeling the rotting guilt infect the rest of her body. No one was in the same compartment as her, taking the chance she looked down at her purse and gently pulled apart the silver top, the two balls clicking as they disconnected.

Inside was a beautiful form, something of a colour she had never seen before. It was moving as though it were meant to be attached to something. Rythamtic beat followed the muscular objects movement as lines within it stood out. Like a small flame with a strange colour.

The officer said it's called a heart and the colour it bore was red.
Such a pretty colour.

The girls heart was sat in her purse. She was given it to have it cleaned privately and sent off to the fake.

But even with the plaguing guilt she couldnt stop staring at it. It was such a pretty spot of red.