The Glass Man

Splintered life in jagged edges

He snaps the string and imprints a solid blue line across the sheet of glistening glass. Adjusting the blade, he slices through with a clean, precise cut.

Glass is a clear shield, transparent and fragile, but rooms full of windows allow for the recapture of restless nightmares. Flashback: when he was little, his father drunk and raging with a hammer, chasing his mother. Epiphany in the middle of bitter nights.

Daddy beating the windows out of the house, out of the car. Daddy at the windows, then a…