It was only a mask after all. His parents had given it to him forty seven years ago on his birthday. It had started out all smooth and shiny with an even coloring. Mom and dad had seen to it that it was maintained in good order but they had died years ago; dad of pancreatic cancer when Jimmy was seventeen and mom held on as long as she could without her soul mate, but she just lost the will to live a few years back and he really missed them, for now he was alone.
The mask had faded with the wear of time as well. Jimmy had learned to love this mask. The fact is, it had been this one that made him decide to collect masks. He traveled a lot in his job as a promotional coordinator for an international advertising firm and he’d bought masks whenever and wherever he could and had masks from all over the world, Hong Kong, Africa, Norway, all of the Polynesian islands. In fact his collection was internationally renowned and he’d been approached by some very prestigious auction houses, Sotheby’s among them, but Jimmy was not the least bit interested in selling.
He might be convinced to sell this particular mask however, regardless of his attachment to it, due to the wear it had been showing lately. It just did not please him as it once had. However, it seemed that nobody else wanted it either. His ex-wife, Sherry had made it perfectly clear that she hated the very sight of it. But then, he thought sadly, she hated so much. He missed her terribly despite that. He had to admit that he’d become very lonely and morose lately and having to look at the damaged condition of this, his oldest mask, day in and day out was not helping things at all.
Now as he stood holding the mask in his hands. He wept and the mask collected the tears as they fell from his eyes. He walked to the dresser where he gazed solemnly into the mirror wishing against all hope that he could rid himself of this accursed mask. Then he remembered the Exacto knife in the top drawer.
WE ALL WEAR MASKS