Condensation veils the glass, a shroud for the figure behind. A hand, a smudge of humanity, presses forward—a plea or a warning? The fog of breath and fear blurs the boundary between in and out. Inside, her heart skitters like a caged bird; outside, the world is muffled, indifferent. A shadow looms, filling the space with unspoken stories. The glass, a fragile barrier, holds secrets and sighs, a canvas of hesitation. In this liminal space, her thoughts fog up, and his intentions remain obscured—each waiting for the mist to clear, for clarity or for the courage to retreat.
A Drabble – a story of exactly 100-words.