Behind The Mask - A Short Story
Do we know others better when their masks are off, or is the opposite more true?
You see, I walk among my peers and neighbors. Every one of them behaves the way their demeanor dictates. One is a debutante; refined in every way. Another is a foreman; thick in both the skin and the brain. Around the corner, an unkempt, hairy beggar; slumped against the brick wall, holding out his palm for whatever will be spared. All know what is expected of them. All know how to perform their acts to the top of their game, and no one questions anyone's motives.
But I know these people; I know them not for what they appear to be, but by who they want to be, who they think themselves to be on the inside, deep within their secret hearts. It isn't more than every two months that we all convene at the gala, arranged inside the richest of mansions. Here is where the real people emerge; the sheep in wolves' clothing feels safe to come out.
One half of an hour goes by, to give the guests time to enter the festi