14 April 2012
Cold. No not cold; freezing. My fingers withdrew from the window, as I inspected the clear marks on the window. But before I even got a chance to peer out further outside, the marks began to disappear. Panicking I wiped a circle, large enough for my head, no longer caring about evidence.
A bird sat on the sill gently pecking at the frozen fruit on the twig. I smiled, but my gaze was soon drawn to the carriage arriving. It sparkled and glowed; it was an Inner Circle carriage; only the richest people lived there. Whilst the rest of us slowly starved, froze or worked ourselves to death. The window was gradually misting over again, diminishing my sight. I yelped desperate to see the carriage again, not wanting it to disappear, just like everything else in my life.
Opuss № I