Look Out The Window

At the end of the rope he reached for her nose to steal it in a magic trick. Hidden away from the world he perfected in his mind his head left no space for reality to make it work the way he had thought for so long.

Expectations of the stakes had not troubled his mind in the slightest bit as much as they could. Might have posed a feeling of regret over what imagined could survive under the scrutiny of reality bastardized by the emotion-stripped logic.

Barred by a cane from her freedom she starred ahead never to the side, distractions she established, curiosity died in dread decades ago.