7/8/2023 0 Comments Mist bound daryl kho![]() ![]() You’re still in there and we’re going to pull you back out.” Scratching, clawing, banging from behind those misted windows…from where no one could hear you scream? Was he gasping for air? Was he screaming for help? Or, instead of a window, was he underwater, trapped beneath a frozen lake, desperately trying to break through the layers of ice? Was he struggling, reaching out to her – her – a distant murky shadow from the surface out above? ![]() Were his windows just misted over? Was Grandpa actually inside, standing behind the clouded glass, knocking back at her, calling out to her, behind the fogged-up frames? “Eyes, she had been told, are windows to the soul. ![]()
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