Sunday, September 20, 2015

Drabble #5

Sara looked out the window at nothing in particular. Perhaps she was looking at the big green tree in the center or the tiled red roof to the left or the big brown telephone pole to the right. Perhaps she was looking at the window itself. The window could be fascinating, to some people. Fingerprints. Dust. Glass. Glass was fascinating, right? Maybe she was looking at the smeared bug guts on the mesh screen. It had been a mean one... the bug, I mean. I killed it. There was nothing to look at. I didn't understand. But really, who did?

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