She looked out of the window and saw nothing at all. Nobody was walking down the street. There were no cars moving back and forth. Not even a bird flying from one tree branch to another could be seen. The sky was cloudless in the early morning light. It was like looking at a tableau or a photograph. She felt for a moment that she could fade away in the nothingness that she was looking at; disapear forever as though she were a character in a book that someone else had finished reading, closing the cover on her history and ending the story. Then the phone rang.

Stumble It!