The Woman in the Window

by A.J. Finn

SO: THAT HAPPENED. I never liked that expression. Too flip. But here I am and there it is: That happened.

I’m good on my feet (I tell myself, sitting).

Stared at the car, turtled on its back, helpless, like a wounded animal. It looked unnatural, even embarrassed.

I can’t imagine what my voice might sound like, must sound like, in this new world where that sentence has been spoken, been heard.