Window | Wenatchee, WA | 2013
The guy who scavenged the parking lot for coins and cigarette butts pointed at the high window and said, “Bad things up there.” But I knew the building was vacant, so I asked him what he meant. “Monsters,” he said. Well, this was getting creepy real quick. “Just wait,” he said, looking up at the window, which I saw had mirrored glass. Clouds, reflected and framed, morphed into all kinds of shapes — eyes, mouths, claws — and then blew past. Since then, I’ve seen the window-mirrored shapes of hearts, sheep, automobiles, hamburgers, the bearded image of either Santa Claus or my dead father, and even a few monsters. I never saw the scavenger guy again.