017: Where All the Lost Things Go

There is a place outside her window where all the lost things go. She does not see it when she rests her elbows on the windowsill to look at the grass and the flowers, or when she rests her forehead against the glass to see the rain trail down the outside. But if she peered along the bottom line—just a glance from the corner of her eye—she might have seen the crack between her world and that one—that one where the button of her coat and the eye of her teddy bear disappeared last year, that one where her many pens and pencils kept rolling into when she was not paying attention, that one where she misplaced her favourite childhood book. It is all there, hidden on the other side of that crack, and if she only looked at the window from another angle she might have seen it.

Written by: Katrine H.