F sat there, in that uncomfortable position, half-leaning on the windowsill, still gazing outside. It took her a while to notice the tears on her cheeks. Myriad raindrops appeared under a street light, to be illuminated briefly before disappearing again. She finally moved, opening the window hastily, as if drowning. She inhaled deeply, letting the cold, fresh air fill her. By the time she exhaled it all, she was a new person.
T pressed his forehead against the window of the cab, not minding the shakes at every pothole. He wanted to feel pain, he wanted to scream. „Curse you, cab driver, and societal norms, for preventing me from letting it all out!” Facing outside he closed his eyes, letting the afternoon sun paint hell on the inside of his eyelids. The car stopped at a red light, and T opened his eyes, to see a face that would change him. It wasn’t anyone he knew, and he only saw it for a moment, it was just an intriguing face that made an impression on him. He paid the fare, deciding to walk instead.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (6 so far!)
Average reader rating 4.50/5
Souls looking through windows.
I want to talk about feelings without having to explain what causes them.
- #1125 Posted 6 years ago
Hey sub, your pic is awesome.
- #1699 Posted 5 years ago
- 4 out of 5
The little snippets, joined by the symbol of a window which holds things in, just to show emotion, are still awesome.
- #2738 Posted 5 years ago
Thank you :)
- #2746 Posted 5 years ago
I really liked this. The frustration and pain of parting. I can relate. Well done
- #2785 Posted 5 years ago
"he closed his eyes, letting the afternoon sun paint hell on the inside of his eyelids"
I love that. That's inspired. Good job!
- #4139 Posted 3 years ago
- 5 out of 5
- Published 6 years ago and featured 3 years ago.
- Story viewed 23 times and rated 2 times.
All stories on Ficlatté are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 License. What does this mean?