Bullet Hole in a Yellow Window
By Sara Codair
Congealed sugar crystals.
Bubbles captured in amber.
Spider webs waiting to trap unsuspecting flies.
A perfectly round path to another world where your blood isn’t splattered all over the sofa, sinking into the deepest part of the cushion staining pure white stuffing red.
In that other world you’re still smiling at me, laughing with me and loving everything about me. In that other world, I’m free to love you out in the open, free to live a hundred years by your side.
“You have the right to remain silent,” says the man in this world, encircling my wrist in metal.
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I wrote this story for the 100 word story photo challenge back in August. They never posted a winner for August, but you can see the photo here if you want: https://www.facebook.com/100wordstory/photos/a.374368579247657.94462.213141275370389/1298620266822479/?type=3&theater
Sara Codair 