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The many angles of joy
#WritcoStoryPrompt5
The diamond necklace on the mannequin looked familiar. She placed her palm on the window that separated them and leaned in closer.
It is always odd to find yourself so still in the reflection, so misleadingly cold. My eyes, forever open, keep guessing who was the man on the street who bravely climbed up here without my noticing it, without telling me his name or the day he would come back to claim me.
That is why it is such a strange sight to have that woman stare at me in such an unusual way. Of course, being myself the kind of aspirational creature that I am, it is...
The diamond necklace on the mannequin looked familiar. She placed her palm on the window that separated them and leaned in closer.
It is always odd to find yourself so still in the reflection, so misleadingly cold. My eyes, forever open, keep guessing who was the man on the street who bravely climbed up here without my noticing it, without telling me his name or the day he would come back to claim me.
That is why it is such a strange sight to have that woman stare at me in such an unusual way. Of course, being myself the kind of aspirational creature that I am, it is...
