A Story of White

The children; they are all alone, in this prison of white, just the two of them. They shiver at the screams that penetrate even the white darkness, and yet the white covers them with silence. They can do nothing but shiver and huddle close, trying to find comfort in each other, powerless in this white world. All they can do is bear the horror of white and wait.

Because, beyond the white curtains, is a hidden world that is not white.

And so, they wait, for the day they can arrive in that place—