Miranda Langston
Joined August 2022
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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. Her stepmother had kept her locked away from the world, sure, but she had never expected such treatment from her husband. The snow fell as gently as true love’s first kisses, and the winds of either change or perpetuity, she couldn’t tell which, blew across the valley. The bitter cold seemed to not only frost over, but almost crack the glass to the window she had grown so attached to. It was a way to live vicariously through the villagers she could see so distantly in the town below, tiny as ants.
By Miranda Langstonabout a year ago in Fiction