Aperture


Washed gray skies fill the large panes; she notes the unfamiliar color as she enters. The broad portal pervades the wall, floor to ceiling. Weathered walnut confronts the cool murky canvas it frames. She sees the window is open a few inches from the bottom. Standing before it, meeting ghost eyes, she stares through to the neighboring roof.

Shiver. A message delays, spirit to flesh. Impulsively, she pushes the window down from the lower pane’s top sash. It closes, not completely.

As she steps back, beginning to turn toward the doorway, her eyes remain tethered to the window. She studies the condition and, returning to the frame, squats down to the bottom sill. With total weight, she pushes it to shut and bounces up to lock at the junction.

She leaves the room.

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