Short-Short: The Mysterious Windows

Hello. This is Fukutsu no Kussou.
This time, I am submitting this for the 'Nanno Hanashi Desu-ya' (What kind of story is this house) contest.

...The deadline is today, right? That was close.
I wrote an essay about houses a little while ago, so I was running low on ideas related to houses, but I managed to finish this just in time with a rush job.

Last time ⇧ I wrote about a strange house, but this time I wrote about
mysterious windows. (Since there was a 'story about a door' as an example, a 'story about windows' should be okay, right?)

Also, last time was an essay, but this time it is a complete work of fiction. Please bear with me if you would like.

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My house has mysterious windows.
—No, to be precise, they are windows.
When I look into those windows, I never see the outside scenery.
Instead, I can see the scenery I want to see at that moment.

Scenery of foreign lands I have never visited. The sparkling blue sea. Memories of that day—.
The scenery that the windows captured always colored my daily life.

However, lately, the windows in my house have been acting strange.
Only pitch-black scenery is spreading out.

The park with the big jungle gym, the large sweet potato we dug up while getting covered in mud, and my favorite hamburger—my house's windows would no longer show me any of them.

That evening, my father bought me McDonald's to try and cheer me up.
My father's kindness was a bit off-base, but it was just right for me.

The above is the story of how my house's "Windows" broke and I switched to a "Mac".

#NannoHanashiDesuYa