Grey from long years of neglect, the house seemed world-weary. From her chair by the window, Johanna watched the world passing by her house. The east facing balcony was bathed in sunlight, casting a golden halo around the girl. From the sidewalk, the other children tried not to stare at the angelic, glowing child.
The girl, an only child of only children, was protected from all the evils of the world inside the house. She was safe and secure behind it’s shuttered doors.
Sealed off from life and living, the girl could only feel pity for the doomed outsiders.
Thin spiral notebook 
“only child of only children” what a fantastic line. It makes you want to say it over and over until it seeps into your consciousness.
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! The most interesting part to me is “an only child of only children.” That seems significant and full of mysterious, sad subtext. Loneliness and isolation runs in the family (and similarly for other families), for better and for worse given this unknown threat of the outside world. At least I respond to it that way at first
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This is kind of sad… sure, she might be safe inside, but I have to wonder if that’s really living at all.
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