Therapy Bits

The image depicts a woman pressed against a frosted glass window. It appears that the right side of her face is pressed against the glass. Her left arm is bent and her left hand is pressed against the glass.

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Mira’s breath fogged the glass like a secret, the world beyond a blur of rain-slicked streets and glowing city lights. She was anchored there, her forehead pressed against the cool surface, watching the life outside unfold like the pages of a book she could never quite reach.

A couple strolled by, their laughter ringing out like chimes in the wind, and Mira felt the stirring of memories—nights spent dancing under stars, the warmth of another body close, the electric thrill of shared secrets. She sighed, a ghostly release that dissipated quickly, swallowed by the glistening street.

Beyond that window, life pulsed with vibrant colors that she could only witness, never join. Inside, the air was stale—four walls wrapping around her like a too-tight embrace. She had once been part of that world, but a series of small choices had built walls, each one higher than the last.

Her fingers traced the cold contours of the windowframe, and then she noticed it—an older man, his umbrella peppered with raindrops, paused to help a small child untangle a pet’s leash. The child’s laughter rang out, pure and unfiltered, and for a fleeting moment, light broke through the canopy of her solitude

Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #290 – Mom With a Blog (wordpress.com)