[ CW ] Write two separate scenes , connected in such a way that the twist is not revealed unless you read both .

A. 
 She couldn ’ t stop blinking, the light was so bright. The sun amplified everything, rendered the clouds silver, the leaves bright olive, the sidewalks bright white. 
 She rubbed her eyes, wiped them, bored her fingers into the corners, until she could make out lines in the sidewalk and branches holding the leaves. 
 Her face still slick, she bobbed forward. Only her feet and the breeze made a sound. 
 
 B. 
 He couldn ’ t blink. Or if he could he hardly noticed. His eyes followed the shape moving down the sidewalk. 
 And, sure enough, it was moving. It stopped every so often to look around but then started forward again, until it was nearly out of view. 
 “ Camera two, ” he said, voice flat. Now the shape – a woman, he could say for certain – moved toward him, drawing his shoulders forward, his face closer to the screen. 
 Garret Guildmore was a monitor. Eight hours a day he sat before the screen. Eight hours a day it was the only light in his room, a closet-sized cell in a hive of them tucked well away from the main tunnel. Howland was the only person who knew how to find him: When eight hours was up Howland would tap lightly on the door, punch four buttons and let him out for the night. 
 Though Howland would be coming by sooner today. 
 “ This better be good, ” Howland said as the door flung open and closed with a heavy crunch behind him. “ You find another leaf? ” 
 “ Camera eight, ” Guildmore said, tilting back from the screen as Howland leaned in over his shoulder. 
 They hung there. The air in the cell felt heavy, burdened by the sudden combination of scents, the doubling of uneven breathing. 
 “ That ’ s supra terram, ” Howland said. 
 “ Somebody got out of the bunker, ” Guildmore said. 

