Behind The Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Sarah ran her hand along the bottom of the window frame, finding the tiny bump that shouldn’t be there. She pressed it as hard as she could. The view of the eternally sunny countryside briefly flickered, and in that second, an entirely different landscape flashed into view— a dark, moldy, decaying hallway filled with dust, debris, bones, and unreadable placards and signs. Then back to the sunny countryside, with the same bluebird constantly circling, singing the same familiar song. She ran her hand along the frame again. And again.
