“She was looking through me.
Sitting on a ledge next to a pillar, in ragged clothes that once were stylish, she wasn’t much older than I. But her eyes told a different story, of a life of hardship, loneliness, disillusionment, and suffering. It was as if she had the whole world beating down on her shoulders. Her face was blank, her eyes staring into space, her mind disconnected from the world around her. Everything about her expressed one word: hopelessness.”
Good work, David. Well done.