June 17, 2013 § Leave a comment
One day in a coffee shop a girl disappeared.
She was sitting by the window, looking out at the world and then suddenly she wasn’t. Stories began to get exaggerated.
“There was a huge puff of smoke and she was gone,” one barista said.
“She went see-through and then walked into one of the walls,” another claimed.
But if anyone had been watching at the time they would know these were untrue. The simple fact was she just vanished.
Her body stopped existing and she was gone, leaving nothing behind but the faint feeling that maybe she knew something no-one else did.
There is now a small plaque on the table in that coffee shop, nestled on a busy street in Soho, London. It reads:
‘The girl who disappeared, disappeared here.’
And you can see people everyday sitting on that spot, watching the world out the window, hoping they might disappear too.