I pressed my forehead to the window, the cold glass soothing against my flushed skin. How long had I stared down at the sidewalk, waiting for something – for someone – to be the change I couldn’t initiate? How long had I been sitting here, wanting and needing and not acting?
I felt him standing behind me. His silence as loud as the words he wouldn’t say. I didn’t turn, but flinched as the window rattled in the frame.
“It’s just the wind,” he said, and I nodded, closing my eyes, hope burning as hot as the tears on my face.
*This is my first attempt at the flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch Communications. If you're interested in finding out more, see here: http://carrotranch.com/2014/03/26/march-26-flash-fiction-challenge/