Meriwa couldn’t explain the feeling bubbling inside of her at seeing the glass houses, or the image that remained fixed in her mind. Hung up like a picture on the inside of her consciousness.
Of herself, happy and carefree, smiling at someone out of frame. Or maybe it wasn’t anyone or anything. Perhaps she was just made happy by growing something through her own effort.
Her throat hurt to think of it, her heart feeling like it was too big in her chest and as though it was trying to burst out of her. Overwhelmed, she realized. That’s how she felt. She was overwhelmed by how much she wanted that.
And maybe she could have it. At least, for a little while. Until her pelt was found and she could go home.
“Watch where you’re going, freak,” a male shouted as she rushed by him, not even not
