the souless

writer's digest writing prompt:
You always look out the dark windows and wonder if something is out there. One night when you look, a small face with bright eyes appears at the window. Write about what you do, who/what it is, and why they are there.


The soulless always are on the inside looking out, with the souls detatched on the outside looking in. sometimes this is an existentialism of a soul spliced into 47 people, each a different person in the same body. If we could look at our soul, it would be on the outside of a window looking in, in the icy darkness of a march wind. A little lost soul, like a wood nymph, stares bright eyes brimming with the depths of hell into a window at its body. No amount of rosaries can reattach it.