Prose Writing
Short fiction, dreams, and more
Goodbye Unit 527
Pressure constricted around the girl’s chest as she gazed outside the sedan window. Hands clasped tight in her lap, she couldn’t help but feel the insignificance of her being. A tiny bundle of beige against a canvas of the black leather as she sat in her standard play clothes in the back of the interior of the car. Cut off by the windows around her, including the pitch dark divider that separated her from the front driver she never saw, she felt like a puddle, unseen in the rain.