Full piece here in Burnt Pine Magazine Issue 2 Spring 2017 (nonfiction)

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After my best friend disappeared, my counselor asked me to describe her.

“Thin,”I said.

In the early afternoon heat, the glass window in front of me was faintly stained with my reflection. Set against my ghosted image, the window revealed to me the world outside: old, red London buses crammed with strangers who idled away their journeys staring out of foggy glass; still more strangers on foot who bustled their way around the city, their images, moving shadows in department store windows; a lone dove perched on high observing all.