There to enjoy - by W.K

There to enjoy

                              by W.K.

Nobody knew where they came from. They just appeared there one day, sitting innocently, staring back at you, willing you to come closer, closer . . . just a little closer. That’s it.

But it felt like someone was watching, judging those that came close – and so, contact was never made.

They continued to sit there, staring; just wanting to be chosen. But no one would go so far, because no one knew where they had come from.

So they started gathering dust, just sitting there. And the cleaners who came in at night had to put it in their rotation to dust them off once a week, lest it looked like they were neglecting the duties they were hired for.

And the cleaners looked on with pity. What a shame that they just sat there, collecting dust. Why should it matter where they came from? Why should it matter who brought them and left them there?

But the cleaners had another three buildings to clean so they too left. And the dusted things sat, staring. What more could they do?

Maybe their makers hadn’t dressed them up fine enough. Were they not enticing enough for this crowd?

Then, after a month of this, they were joined by others of exact same look and make and they could have been twins, save for the bit of dust on the first group.

And then the light went on.

“Has no one touched these?” said a voice, deep and booming, but amused.

“We didn’t know where they came from. Nobody did,” responded a thin tinny and frail voice.

“I put them there. For everyone,” the deep voice said, “to enjoy.”

The dusty ones were scooped up in a hand and placed in a dark comforting and warm place. The new ones sat. The tinny voice picked one up. She knew where they came from now.