Pane

Written by Anthony St. Clair for oneword June 30, 2006 06:26 AM
At last she stood, sun in her hair and tears in her eyes, and her senses remembered that there was a world around her. She turned away from the broken pane, looking at house, the fence, the yard, the sun. It was all too dull now, but she looked anyway, trying to remember why they had all seemed so real before. She turned back around and picked up a shard. Small, rounded at one end but tapering, like a key. She took it into the house, while outside sunlight fell on the shards of glass and sank into it like raindrops into the ocean.

All oneword entries for "pane" (for 3 days running; maybe this is turning into a serial 🙂

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