Locked Girl by Marijo Thompson

In the not yet brightening November darkness, Claudia Pale saw only movement and shape. Flickering bulbs illuminating entries; a small mammal scurrying across the street. Parked cars and tall thinning trees.  No matter how much she widened her eyes, willed her eyelids to open, her brain remained half asleep, still dreaming of dancing molecules.  Claudia’d...