A Single Pane of Glass


All that stood between us was a thick pane of glass. I was safely inside the stairwell. She was outside, perched on a window of the 16th floor, resplendent in alien elegance. I stared at the spider; she may or may not have been staring back at me. This was our pact.

I have never liked spiders. They were a constant source of terror during my childhood. Upon seeing one, I’d panic, trembling at the sight of such an ugly, horrible thing. I’d call my dad (or anyone who was nearby…


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