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[100 days of 100 words] 58/100
The lights went out hours ago, but I stayed. The streetlamps are snuffed, and the sky’s gone from new-moon black to deepest blue. The color of sleep on the edge of waking.
She was there, on the phone, pacing, for hours tonight. I saw her every 9.5 seconds as she reached one end of the little room, turned, and passed by the window again.
I don’t know who she was talking to, but I saw her smile. Big and white and wide and involuntary, with a visible sigh, the way she used to.
Her window’s dark, but I still see her.
She was there, on the phone, pacing, for hours tonight. I saw her every 9.5 seconds as she reached one end of the little room, turned, and passed by the window again.
I don’t know who she was talking to, but I saw her smile. Big and white and wide and involuntary, with a visible sigh, the way she used to.
Her window’s dark, but I still see her.