WINDOW
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As she sat in her office, her eyes fixated on the code on the computer screen, notebook ++ glaring at her, the error message cancelled, her body was present, but her soul had travelled to your house, your new dining room window.
She was
staring through the glass, watching you have dinner with your wife, a smile
escaped and slipped through the windowpane and entered the conversation air.
She was happy to see you happy, but tormented by her own loss. As the smile
touched your cheek, you looked out into the darkness, not knowing why. She felt
your stare on her soul, you looked at the vacant night air outside, through
her, to the oak trees behind her. Your wife asked you if you’d been listening,
but saw your empty and confused stare, and asked instead if you were alright.
You ran to the window and threw it open, you knew she was there. But only the
brisk air now brushed your cheeks and there was no trace of anyone. As you shut
the window, her soul’s reflection shined brightly, her code reappeared and the
warning message flashed. She could no longer see through your window.
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WINDOW
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She sat back down at the table with her wife, but couldn't shake your presence on her cheek, she knew you'd been there. And now, her soul escaped the dinner scene, frantically searching for a glimpse of you, in any window.
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| The original format for the story. |
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