An ORIGAMI GLIDER rested against my glass, pristine and pale, pinned beneath the driver’s blade like a minuscule indictment.
An ORIGAMI GLIDER rested against my glass, pristine and pale, pinned beneath the driver’s blade like a minuscule indictment. The object was missing yesterday evening. I pulled into the space at 9 PM, verifying each latch was secure. At daybreak, it reflected the morning light, a sharp geometric shape resting on the pane. A solitary…