Siluman
Siluman was not her first name. It wasn’t her middle or her surname either. It was what she preferred others to assume. She loved the anonymity that had become her companion.
Tonight she was taking on her biggest project. She pulled out a pair of card keys and opened both doors in front of her. Pulling out equipment from the storage closet that she carefully prepared days before, made her recounted all her past experiences. It looked like a menial job but others were always fooled by her.
She felt her watch slipping down because of her cold sweat. She corrected it and counted down with a heavy breath. Without realizing she mixed the liquid in the bucket over and over. When she realized the fume had almost lulled her unconscious.
She grabbed a small bottle and shoved it onto her face. “Snap out,” she hissed. The lights turned off one by one and cued her to move. Her breath slowed down and she lifted everything off the floor. Carefully she unlocked the main hall and rolled the equipments in. She took another deep breath, turned the corner lights on, put on a cover mask, and dipped the mop into the solution. She dragged the mop and little by little the floor turned sparkly with her growing smile.
Hours after that, she hopped her way out of the building. Tossing the card keys into a cup of magnetic sand, she capped it off and hurled it into the muddy river bank. “Wish I can keep you,” she murmured and galloped away.
The next day, a thousand pair of eyes saw her work through the media’s lenses. As the public officials opened the main hall for international peaceful meeting, they stared agape at her shimmering work. The floor was painted with red glitters that shaped like a dove, the symbol of World Democratic Revolution. The whole world was shook awake whereas she closed her eyes within her igloo in the middle of arctic wilderness.
