Through the Cellophane

Stiff... completely rigid. Until my fingers gave an involuntary twitch. I tilted my head, feeling the joints give way with a soft crackle. Right in front of me: a transparent plastic wall. I leaned forward, tapping the cold blister shell with the tip of my small blade. *Tap, tap.* The dull hollow sound echoed right back at me. A perfectly neat little cage. How wonderfully absurd.