[ WP ] A woman looks out of her window every day and sees people enjoying themselves . One day , she decides to go outside .

Genie was a frail middle aged woman with with light brown hair that was just beginning to turn grey. She lived alone, and loved to take photos of the local flora. 
 
 She was also fond of scrap-booking. She cherished her collection of photographs so much that she'd panic at the very thought that she may accidentally leave her scrapbook on the train. returning home her meeting with the other local scrapbookers. 
 
 Then things were never the same since the sun flashed, and the sky turned grey. To Genie, colors had lost their luster. She had tried taking photos of the local flora like she used to, but the newly taken pictures all turned out to be dull and depressing. Especially when comparing them to the old photos she had taken. She stayed inside ever since that day. 
 
 As few years had passed the complexity of shades and hues drifted from her photographs. These once beautiful pictures faded into hazy puddles of grey. Genie lost most contact with all of her old scrap-booking friends, and had become very fond of the local news. Day in and out she would pay attention to the macabre stories that would reinforce the fear already instilled within. Genie felt better hearing about others' loss, since the only thing she truly cared about, scrapbooking, was taken from her long ago. Every now and then she would glance out the window seeing children playing in the street, or neighbors enjoying each others company eating some tasty looking Bar-B-Que. She wished they disappeared along with the colors she so fondly slipped away in each photograph. 
 
 In the back corner of her closet, a dusty box, Genie's camera was resting. Her mind began to wander. Imagining that she could truly trap the happy people in her photography. Slowly opening the closet door, her heartbeat begins to pickup. Sliding the dusty box out from the closet, hands began to warm as she opens the lid. The smooth cold touch of her camera rushes her with memories of the last picture she took of a fragrant lavender shrub. She opens the camera to find a roll of film. Her blood begins to boil as she remembers the last roll she had developed. It had been lost to that damned event. Taking the roll of film into hand, she grasps it tightly as if she were to crush it into diamond. She hurls the little container of lost hopes, shattering the window. Fragments of glass now glinting the dull grey sunbeams across her ceiling. She wails on the cold floor. 
 
 A child comes to the now shattered window to look in and see Genie curled up on the floor. 
 
 `` Are you ok miss?'' 
 
 She slowly cracks her eyes open now heavy with cold tears up at the child. She begins to notice that the glinting light from the shards have illuminated this child's face with a light caramel tone. Genie is quickly moved by this vision of color once again. She hoists her frail but heavy body up, and reaches for her camera. 
 
 `` Please stay where you are! I can see it!'' 
 
 The child is unnerved, but stays still as Genie loads a roll of film. She lays back down on the floor to get a shot from where she once was laying. 
 
 `` Please child, ask me that question once more.'' 
 
 `` Are you ok miss?'' 
 
 Colors flush the child's once more, and Genie quickly snaps hoping to catch the hues and complexions that raised up slumbering memories of years long gone. strained tears gently filled her eyes. 
 
 `` I am wonderful! Thank you!'' 
 
 Genie composes herself and heads to the doorway. Through the window, two children playing marbles across the street. She clutches the camera tightly to her chest. Stepping through the frame she notices that sky is still that familiar grey flooding her life since that day. The kids begin to laugh. Genies ears perk up and is in shock as to how these kids could be laughing. 
 
 She approaches the children. They ask if she would like to play. These children's faces and clothes awash with waves of spectral beauty. Genie accepts their offer to play. She notices a most wondrous event. The most perfect spheres shattering the incoming dull grey light into a marvelous flame specter dancing. She snaps a picture of the children playing in the reflecting glimmer in contact of the lights full spectrum. Genie once again finds her passion.
