The Woman in the Window

by A.J. Finn

Watching is like nature photography: You don’t interfere with the wildlife.

Cotard delusion, a psychological phenomenon whereby the individual believes that he is dead.

“I was reading an article about how bees can travel six miles from their hive in search of pollen.”

Is this what’s become of me? A woman who gawks like a guppy at an everyday lunch hour? A visitor from another world, awed by the miracle of a new grocery store? Deep within my dry-iced brain, something throbs, something angry and vanquished. A flush sunrises in my cheeks. This is what’s become of me. This is who I am. If it weren’t for the drugs, I’d scream until the windows shattered.