In a world of shades of grey, he was strange. Everyone watched carefully whenever he came around. It was as if all the clocks stopped moving, as if there was an electrical charge that announced his presence. His pale, albino skin reflected the sunlight. Sometimes it hurt to look at him because he shone like snow; his brightness could only be eclipsed through the squint of an eye. He was so strange. He had jet black hair that did not lighten in the sun. His hair was so black that it felt like a large hole had grown over his head, ready to suck in everyone that dared to come near. But everyone kept their basic space from am to pm. It was a small circle like a shark net which keep him at bay. Je wasn't welcomed into their comfort zone. Yet nobody knew his name. They only knew he was strange.
And then there was one day the entire town fell into a blackout. Electricity shut down, the alarms and security cameras all lacked the power to do their job. In the growing darkness, large shadows took advantage, raping every insecure building until there was nothing left. I watched from my window, the safety of my home allowed me to be a spectator in this mess.
I watched as a little boy who was too young to be alone, scream with the strength of a slaughter lamb. Glass shards flew everywhere, piercing into his cheek as his tears became blood. “Mama! Mama!” His voice was a repetitive chime like the ringing wind bells, breaking my heart. I wrung my hands against the balcony edge as he stood, immobile, and ultimate chaos swirled around him like a hurricane.
Suddenly, the stranger came out of nowhere. Like a flash of lighting, as bright as white beacon, he scooped up the child and ran until he found a place untouched by danger. A snap of the shotgun tore through the air, and the pale man wrapped his arms around the boy. “Mama!” His white arms were now red, dripping maroon, as people rushed past, their arms full of knives, guns, and anything they could carry. All I could do was watch, and remember, as the man shielded the boy from pain. His dark hair and pale white were the black and white amongst the unsteady grey.