The Window
Meghan stared out of the window. She sleepily tried to contemplate life. It was all too much. Sleep would not overtake her. Peace could not be made yet. Answers eluded her at that moment. All of this happened for a reason. It would be revealed in God’s time. The vastness of the world struck her. White winter light blared in midafternoon. Charcoal roads whirred past monotonously. Dry beige cornfields multiplied with the miles. Tepid air choked her. Her body unfolded like a switchblade. The back seat hurt her knees. A wheelchair flanked her right side. A duffle bag flanked her left. She felt like a pharaoh entombed among the things of her former life. What would be kept and what discarded? She couldn’t be completely sure. That hideous hospital wheelchair would go. Aidan’s blanket would stay. The droning engine spared all conversation. Meghan was thankful unsure of what to say. She was grateful to her driver. But what else was he?
2007-02-03
03:53:45
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Stacye S
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➔ Psychology
This is a rough draft of part of it. It has been copyrighted as well.
2007-02-03
03:55:26 ·
update #1