The longer that I stared at my reflection in the glass, I felt like I was fading and becoming invisible. My hands shook.

I felt myself detaching from reality. I watched from a distance as it all began, watching as everything changed, wondering if this was the beginning of something so final that nothing would ever be the same again. I tried to make sense of it, but there were too many questions that I didn’t have answers for.

Black and white photo of a street with cars reflected onto a dirty storefront window. Taken in Dearborn, Michigan, USA.

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Filed under: photography,shortstory,writing - @ 27 February 2023 09:23

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