One day, a father, a mother, and their son
went for a stroll along the sidewalk where the mighty zipper lay. The son saw
the zipper, and became very interested in it, in fact, he spent several minutes
observing it. But, to the son’s surprise, as he stood up to join his parents,
he unmistakably saw that the zipper had actually become 3D. His parents must
have saw too, because all three of them stared goggle-eyed at the zipper. Then,
very slowly, it unzipped, all by itself. And then, there was a whooshing sound,
as all of the trio was sucked into the zipper. The son had a millisecond-long
glimpse of a dimly-lit room, with chairs arranged in gently curving rows, and a
magnificent desk that was made of what looked like ash, with a bronze nameplate
on the top, when everything disappeared in a whirl of color and shapes.
Suddenly, as soon as it had started, it stopped. The boy felt
his feet hit solid ground, as he and his parents looked around the room. The
boy let out a gasp, for it was the exact same room he had observed before he
had been sucked into the zipper. And, he thought he recognized the logo on a
plaque nailed to the wall. Then, the boy realized, with a jolt, that they were
inside the YKK building. He could even see the giant, painted zipper from which
they had been sucked, except that it was closed and zipped up. The place felt
strangely haunted. It was also rather drafty, as some of the windows were broken.
“I wonder what this room is for?” thought the boy to himself.
As
they stood and gazed around the room, the boy could see that the room was very
neat and well kept, except for the few cracked and/or broken windows, and a
small area of peeling wallpaper.
Then, out of nowhere, people dressed in
navy blue suits hurtled into the room, jostling and pushing to get to a seat.
Once a man nearly ran into the mother, but he just went straight through her,
as if she wasn’t even there. In fact, everything in the room was solid except
the men. The mom noticed this and threw an old lipstick tube at him, but it
sailed right through him. Once all of them were seated, a tall man wearing a
navy blue shirt like the others, but sporting a badge on his chest, stepped
behind the desk. The boy guessed he was the boss. The son had noticed the near
collision of the man with his mother as well, for he ran at the boss and tried
to hit him in the stomach, but his fist did nothing, it only went through.
“Good afternoon, everyone!” he said in a
loud voice. “Today, we will continue with our creative zipper designs, if you
haven’t already finished. Once all of them are done, please bring them to me.”
the boss said.
There was a mad scuffle, as everyone went
to work, pulling out large pieces of paper, and examining them, crossing out
things and adding new ones.
The trio stayed in the room for several
more minutes at which in one point, the son tried to grab a piece of paper, but
he slipped and hit a chair, which flipped onto its back, bringing along with it
the poor man who was sitting on it. Along with the falling chair, the room gave
a lurch, and they found themselves whirling around as before, and then they
were tumbling onto the sidewalk. None of them seemed able to speak as they
stood up and walked away. However, the boy did notice the room they had
visited, except that no one was in it, and all of the windows were completely
intact. And to this day, no one has ever dared to visit the painted zipper anymore.
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