Patience Hewitt

One of Them

“Are you one of them?” The question hung still in the stagnant morning air after it left Sarah’s lips, her eyes fixated on the wall in front of her. It was cracked and crumbling just like every other building around her. Just like the dry skin of her hands as they twisted uncomfortably at the silence that came. Rough calluses combined with the peeling of her fingers have always served her as a reminder - a reminder that her skin was real, that her thoughts were real, and that the boy beside her...was likely not. At least not anymore.