Window : view to the outside world.

The steamer having docked into the harbor, the family has just moved into 

the opposite duplex building.  

She had finished pouring wax and sculpted the facial terrains. Her life-size

wax-works had found mention in International Art Magazines. Like H.G.Wells ‘s 

Invisible Man, her life was a shadow, shrouded in mystery.

Humans fascinated Cheryl but she steered clear of them.

A newspaper lay  with the headlines screaming the sudden disappearance of an eighteen year old girl, the fog of mystery claiming its 10^th victim.

Cheryl stared out of the open window. A two year old child would be the 11^th victim.

          Thanks you Rochelle for the lovely prompt.


                                             

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