Day 8

It was daylight grotesque. The building was non-painted by gray and accented by the write railings of the balcony. There were rows upon rows of vertical steel railings preventing people from escaping, yet her limbs protruded valiantly – her head thrust in the distance,  one knee folded, her slippers showing, and her arms the only thing keeping her in.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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