by Osama Mahmoud
Where: FAR FROM FICTION, in an aeroplane cabin
Staring: a little blind girl
She was restless. She couldn’t see, yet she can see the world from a different angle; through her hands as her first point of contact; through her other senses she senses. Her world was so clear it was blurred.
After 8 hours of flight time her hands were itching to see the sky; to touch the clouds. The window stood between her and her desire. Less than a second later, the window was ashamed after failing to grant the girl her solely wish. It shivered standing still sending the cold greeting from the clouds to her little hands.
She thanked them in silence and returned elegantly to her seat.