Genre

Opening the door, she steps into the backyard. The cool wind caresses her face, the salty smell of the night envelopes her and the sound of the crashing waves soothes her. In the peace of the night she lets her mind wander. She ponders about life and her eyes rest on the nearby building. Some windows are lit up and some are dark.

But she realizes that they all have one thing in common; behind each window hides the lives and secrets of the people occupying it.

But she realizes that they all have one thing in common; behind each window hides the lives and secrets of the people occupying it. Behind each window, a story is ready to unfold. If only she could get a glimpse of their lives. If only she could read each chapter in their book. She wonders about the genre of their book. She wonders what kind of characters taint each page of the book. She wonders… BOOM! A loud clap of thunder interrupts her thoughts. A flash of lightning illuminates the sky. She turns toward the open door and steps in towards her own book of life. The door closes behind her. The story of her life hidden behind that door. She doesn’t know the genre of her own book.