NW2009 (005) - Fourth Wall Closets
As the rain slowly fizzled along the roof of the pagoda, Marcy stepped away from her desk and toward the closet. The words "Fourth Wall Industries" was written with a strange high-lighter on the top of the closet door. Marcy was always slightly amused by the label and opened the closet. All manner of gadgets, tools, books, and objects without names littered the inside of the closet. Marcy always enjoyed simply opening the closet door - it always appeared as if the closet were larger on the inside than without. She selected a mechanical pencil, an apple, a pencil sharpener, and a bobble-head with a striking resemblance to herself.
Comfortable with her selections, she sat down and proceeded to work diligently on her homework. Draft upon draft of a new composition, reflecting the reconciliation of Emily and Jane, the conflict between Jane and herself concerning the ever-oppressive lake, and the house as a catalyst. Constructs of melody, form, and tempo sang in Marcy's head as she slowly and deliberately captured the various elements of her new life. After every measure, Marcy tapped the bobble-head - she used the movement to keep up her rhythm, attempting to finish each new measure before the bobble-head stopped moving. She stopped twice - once to turn on the lamp, one to begin nibbling on the apple; her focus was such that she failed to notice her door being slowly opened. With her apple gone, her last measure recorded, and her hands a bit too sticky with fructose, she looked up to notice Jane with a tray of food on a small rolling cart. Jane rolled the tray to Marcy's desk, smiled at Marcy, and walked out, gently closing the door behind her.
Marcy smiled after Jane, and evaluated the offerings: warm chicken noodle soup; toasted ham and turkey cheese biscuits; and a small salad. She placed her music homework in its assigned folder and went to wash off the juice from her hands. Walking to the kitchen sink, she set the water to below scalding and scrubbed gently, looking out the window. The eastern aspect of the yard was quite clear. Jane, in bright pink galoshes and an equally bright plastic overcoat, was slowly walking from the house to the edge of the property. As she hit the edge, she would walk along the border of the property, place a small wooden bit into the ground every 100 yards, and continued until she was no longer in view. Marcy shook her head and thought to herself about how similar she was to Jane, and went to appreciatively finish her dinner.
As thunder crashed from some unknown distance and direction, the rain fell ever so slightly and Jane finished assaying the dimensions. The length remained 10,946 feet and the width remained 6,765 feet. Pleased to see such a golden relationship between the dimensions, her galoshes drew her to the marble shed, and unlatching the door, she studied the contents. And silence filled her ears as she stepped inside the shed.
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Comfortable with her selections, she sat down and proceeded to work diligently on her homework. Draft upon draft of a new composition, reflecting the reconciliation of Emily and Jane, the conflict between Jane and herself concerning the ever-oppressive lake, and the house as a catalyst. Constructs of melody, form, and tempo sang in Marcy's head as she slowly and deliberately captured the various elements of her new life. After every measure, Marcy tapped the bobble-head - she used the movement to keep up her rhythm, attempting to finish each new measure before the bobble-head stopped moving. She stopped twice - once to turn on the lamp, one to begin nibbling on the apple; her focus was such that she failed to notice her door being slowly opened. With her apple gone, her last measure recorded, and her hands a bit too sticky with fructose, she looked up to notice Jane with a tray of food on a small rolling cart. Jane rolled the tray to Marcy's desk, smiled at Marcy, and walked out, gently closing the door behind her.
Marcy smiled after Jane, and evaluated the offerings: warm chicken noodle soup; toasted ham and turkey cheese biscuits; and a small salad. She placed her music homework in its assigned folder and went to wash off the juice from her hands. Walking to the kitchen sink, she set the water to below scalding and scrubbed gently, looking out the window. The eastern aspect of the yard was quite clear. Jane, in bright pink galoshes and an equally bright plastic overcoat, was slowly walking from the house to the edge of the property. As she hit the edge, she would walk along the border of the property, place a small wooden bit into the ground every 100 yards, and continued until she was no longer in view. Marcy shook her head and thought to herself about how similar she was to Jane, and went to appreciatively finish her dinner.
As thunder crashed from some unknown distance and direction, the rain fell ever so slightly and Jane finished assaying the dimensions. The length remained 10,946 feet and the width remained 6,765 feet. Pleased to see such a golden relationship between the dimensions, her galoshes drew her to the marble shed, and unlatching the door, she studied the contents. And silence filled her ears as she stepped inside the shed.
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