Ominous!

Creeping up on 500 blips, she stands in the darkness behind the curtain.
She carefully loosens the latches which secure the lid to the case containing the stringed instrument. Weariness overtakes her. A pause, she reaches up to rub the sleep out of her eyes. A quick movement to her right draws her.

The window. Had she ever even seen it there? Carefully she looked as the wind rustled the dark shadows behind the clouded glass. Without a word, she slipped her fingers into the little pocket and pulled out her weapon. Could a Sony Cyber-shot bring clarity to this confusing image? And what was that object across the glass? Odd shapes, strange quiet darkness, heavy eyelids.

She took aim and began to fire as her mind filled with memories of this little room. A gathering of musicians so many years ago that even the memory had collected dust. A Sunday School class, sitting so closely in the little room. But had she ever seen the window? For more than 70 years, the window let small amounts of light into the little room, for over 40 she had visited this room, she'd been there over and over again, yet....had she ever noticed the window?

Her mind flew from this little room to one just like it 2,200 miles away and another gathering of musicians, the musty old building, the memories...did that room have a window too? It was behind the curtain, on the right side...was...there..a..window?

A startling voice suddenly from the darkness interrupts her search in time and she finds herself passing silently and quickly through the years, back to the room, back to the window, back to the Sony, still in hand, shot after shot, clicking away...at the window. The voice jumped, she jumped...I'M SORRY! ...exclaimed the both of them, both startled, both gathering their wits! I didn't know you were here! said one, then the other.

Then it came...the odd look...she knew what the voice had come for. The music. Of course, the music. What was she doing? Her instrument, still in it's case. The voice reached up grabbing the old string and pulled the cord. Light flooded the room and there she stood, Sony in hand, shutter fixed on the window.

It was the window. Look at the window, she said. The voice looked up. Looking back, it said....I didn't think anyone was here....

Of course not, how would you know. It was the window, look at it. Have you ever noticed the window before?

No. Where is your car? I didn't see your car, so I didn't think anyone was here.

Of course. See how the branches are moving in the wind? I was dropped off this morning. See how the ladder hanging there makes interesting angles?

Yes, I see the branches.

Have you noticed the window before?

No.

Neither have I...