Someone else's Window;
She'd been staring upward for almost an hour.
Most people walked past, glancing up but seeing nothing but the bottom of what had normally been the Baudelaire treehouse. Violet, though, kept squinting up through the trees, not knowing the name of where she was looking, nor who lived there - just that it was familiar. Familiar in the way that you know that today's going to be raining without looking at the weather report, when you know seconds before you hit it that you're about to smack your funny bone against the corner of a desk.
She moved off the path, staring at the supports and struts. Honestly, she could do better - which was what made it weirder. She could do it better, but, if she could put her finger on it...
She hadn't.
Most people walked past, glancing up but seeing nothing but the bottom of what had normally been the Baudelaire treehouse. Violet, though, kept squinting up through the trees, not knowing the name of where she was looking, nor who lived there - just that it was familiar. Familiar in the way that you know that today's going to be raining without looking at the weather report, when you know seconds before you hit it that you're about to smack your funny bone against the corner of a desk.
She moved off the path, staring at the supports and struts. Honestly, she could do better - which was what made it weirder. She could do it better, but, if she could put her finger on it...
She hadn't.