By Ryan Benson
The man views his family through the window. His sons and daughters play and run about the room. They seem happy except for a few worried looks from his wife now and then. God, his wife deserves better.
Touching them is all he wants but it hurts. Is the pain in his head or chest? Children that young should not have such sadness thrust into their lives. Why can’t he just play with them? Is it boredom? ADHD? Guilt?
The glass exists only in his mind, or so everyone says.
He broke the barrier before, but without fail, it always returns.
I really like the mystery of this.
Stunning!
Beautifully written and really feel for the man.
Awesome! So much conveyed in so few words!!
Great story. I love the darkness of it. It’s unsettling in a good way.
So cool, Ryan Benson. Congrats. Love it.