Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
- Runner-Up in Full Moon Challenge
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was winter, but the butterflies didn’t seem to realize it yet. They moved aimlessly in corkscrew patterns behind the glass. She watched them as, one by one, they shivered under winter’s onslaught and dropped lifeless to the ground.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Well, it had been his room... once. It was hers now - the whole empty, echoing house was hers - and his face was getting blurry around the edges in her memory. She was beginning to forget what he looked like. Not just him, but all of them. And it was like losing a piece of herself.