It has an odd, closely observed feel about it. In fact the first paragraph would be a worthy entry in the purple prose ficlympics – but it kind of works, in the context of the whole piece.

The sense of temporal dislocation is well done: the fissure in the glass and the heedless others – deaf, perhaps, to one who is no longer there with them.

Your ability to set the mood and paint on the canvas of the reader’s mind is really quite stunning.

Thank you for such a compliment.