I wrote this story on and off in about 45 minutes. It's around 554 words and most definitely the most action-packed piece I have ever written. Enjoy:
White
Thomas Miller and Steve Wilkinson, two tall men with gray eyes and bland features quietly entered their living quarters. Silently, they moved to the table in the center of the room and sat down. This table, along with the two chairs that came with it, was the only piece of furniture in the entire one-roomed apartment. The apartment itself was bland. The walls were white, the carpet was a dull brown, and a tiny dust-covered window hid itself away up in a corner. After they had seated themselves, the two men sat quietly and sipped at the water bottles they had brought in with them.
“This is very good water,” Steve said, taking another quiet sip from his bottle.
“I agree, this water is very good,” Thomas said, also taking another quiet sip from his bottle. The pair then sipped their water bottles and stared at the blank, white walls.
“I like that section there,” Steve said, pointing at the wall directly beside him. “It really catches my attention.” Thomas nodded in agreement.
“White really is a fabulous color,” he said, nodding slightly. “What’s your favorite color, Steve?” Steve took another sip from his bottle.
“Also white,” he replied. “Though I have taken quite a shine to eggshell.” Thomas nodded again and took another small sip from his water bottle. After a long pause, Steve spoke.
“How many shades of white do think there are, Thomas?” he asked, setting his bottle down softly. Another long pause followed, and then Thomas replied.
“I was told there were twenty-six,” he said, shrugging slightly. “But we might never know.” Steve nodded and continued to sip from his bottle. After the pair had drained their water bottles dry, Steve issued a deep sigh.
“Do you think this is really water, Thomas?” he asked, turning the empty bottle over in his hands. After a long pause, Thomas spoke.
“No, Steve.” he said quietly. Steve looked at Thomas for a long moment.
“Why not?” he asked, showing no emotion whatsoever. After what seemed to be an eternity, Thomas replied.
“Because I urinated in these bottles, Steve,” he said quietly. “On my way from work.” After yet another long silence, Steve replied.
“It’s very good,” he said, swallowing hard. Thomas nodded.
“Quite,” he agreed. The two then dropped the subject and locked their gazes back onto the walls.
“We should get that crack fixed,” Steve said, pointing to a small indent on the wall behind Thomas. Thomas nodded his agreement.
“I have been meaning to fix that,” he said. The pair continued to gaze at the walls.
“Are you sure these walls are white?” Steve asked. “They look kind of eggshell, to me.” Thomas shook his head.
“They are white,” he replied quietly. Silence followed, and the two continued to gaze intently at the walls until a small shadow flitted across the tiny window in the corner of the room for an instant.
“Hey look, a bird,” said Steve, pointing at the window. Thomas shook his head.
“That was not a bird, Steve,” he said. “That was a dog.” Yet another long silence followed, until Steve finally spoke.
“I like dogs,” he said quietly. “Almost as much as I like white.” Thomas nodded in agreement.
“Same with me,” he said, leaning back slightly in his chair. Another long silence followed.
"White" - An Action Packed Adventure Thriller!
