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Window Panes
A short story by Audra K. Roslani

She lay on her bed, O Mio Babbino Caro played softly in the background. Her crown was to the window while the soft sunshine streamed in on that drizzly afternoon, the soft breeze lifting her hair ever so slightly off the pillow. The smell of fresh rain on green grass filled the room. Everything felt so clean, so new, the muddy footprints on the pavement below washed away with the last raindrop. She closed her eyes - the book in her right hand, her glasses in her left and on her chest.

Slowly she felt her thoughts, her memories, drained… drifting away from her honey blonde streaks, extending into long, silvery wisps that gradually formed into playful miniature Qi-lins. Tussling and intertwining, they made their way to the open windows and here, they played awhile more. Little by little and almost naively, they ventured further - chasing through the trees, oblivious to the world around them. Further up they went, exploring branch by branch, hide and seek. Higher and higher up into the sky they played, until they could be seen no longer.

Her cheeks were wet. She breathed in and smiled, eyes still closed and turned her head to her pillow.


Maybe they would visit her again.