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The White Room with the Glass Ceiling

Austin Heeney
3 min readNov 25, 2019

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the inside tall walls were of only white color, distinct from the other rooms in the house. slick, bright, and clean. only two doors in the white room, with a ceiling made of only one large piece of pristine, spotless glass; connected with four strong metal supports to hold it up. it peaked to 125 degrees that day in south tucson arizona, not a cloud in the sky. around 12:15pm, the sun pelted slowly in the room; heating up to even the white color couldn’t stand. so hot, the two bronze handles on both doors started perspiring.

earlier that day, a group of snowbird tourists from canada took a long flight in to south tucson arizona; landed in town around seven in the morning. they wanted to visit this hotspot, to sight-see the magnificent view of the mountains just outside the city, the trembling hot weather; and of course, to take a walk through the house — to experience the white room with the glass ceiling. avid artists, creatives, they were tourists of spontaneity that lived for simple adventures. put simply, idealists.

the tour guide that led them up to the house spoke broken english, but just enough english for the tourists to understand. before the tour, he yacked on and on about the house, other random information about his own personal life, and said that when it struck noon; they would…

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