As Time Passes By
Click, click, click, click...
A girl switchs the radio switch repeatedly on and off.
"An-to-ay-see-affi-Ah-ha-ha-ha..." The girl continues to play with the switch as she stares out of her dirty apartment window.
Cars pass by without a single glance up at the window. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... The numbers continue to increase.
Her bored expression isn't anything new, nor is her obsession to 'click' the radio repeatedly. She often does these things to pass time, watch the window, click the radio, maybe snack on a pack of pocky or chips.
She has friends, but they never invite her anywhere interesting. When the opportunity to go out into the world comes, she passes it up and continues with her clicking. ... At least she has something to do...
"And today's whether forecast may include light showers and..." She lets the radio play. The girl gets up from her wooden chair, it's legs squeaking against the tile floor. She ignores it and moves towards the fridge. Upon opening it's door, she finds... Nothing.... Absolutely nothing in her refrigerator. The girl sighs lightly as she closes the door again and sits down in her original spot. The dirty window stares blankly at her, wishing to be cleaned. But the girl does not do so. She sits for several minutes longer before standing and grabbing a nearby coat. A dark blue coat to be exact, for it had begun raining.
The same girl is seen walking down the downtown streets of the gloomy city, looking for an in particular place. The girl grabs something from a shelf, and another, and another. She steps forward, towards a clerk, and puts her money on the counter. Then she leaves.
The girl's apartment door squeaks open as someone enters. A robber. The mysterious man searches the apartment, but finds nothing of his interest. Until he spots the radio, still on. So, he leaves quietly, back down the hall, passing a girl hooded in her dark blue coat, the radio in hand.
The girl opens her apartment door and finds nothing out of the ordinary. The fridge is still empty, until she places the newly bought food into it, and the chair is still in it's place. The girl sits again, the window is still dirty, but the radio is no longer playing. She reaches out to touch it, but finds that its not there. She can no longer 'click.' She sighs deeply and stares forward at the window once more. The girl is bored, her fingers twitching, eager to start clicking again.
As time passes by, she starts to tap her fingers lightly against the wooden table.
"Emily?" A voice is heard in the opposite direction of the window.
"Hm?" The voice steps closer and ruffles her hair. It moves on into the direction of the fridge.
"Oh, you bought food? I thought I told you not to go outside alone."
"Oh well." The girl continues her tapping.
"What happened to the radio?" the voice takes a place next o the girl.
"I don't know. When I came back it was gone."
"Really?"
"Yeah." The tapping continues to be heard, clouded eyes starring ahead.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"What color is the sky today?"
The man rests his hand on her shoulder and starts to talk. "It's the color of your radio. It's black."
"Black?"
"Mhm..."
