photo credit: Gerrit Photography
He had the luxury of watching unseen through the windows. It made him feel a little dirty but not enough to stop him. Leaning over his brick balcony railing he begin to sing love poems of
shining horses dancing. She never heard a word nor knew of his devotion.
Later as she was passing his apartments, he spoke. She returned a shy smile.
She never reached the end of the block. She never reached home. She was never seen again.
The alignment gremlins are working against me. Sorry. I can not fix it. I will try later. Thanks for visiting.
19 comments:
Hello Gail, great story, I love a good mystery. The image is perfect, great reflection shot.
Have a happy day and new week ahead!
A delightful read indeed, thanks for sharing and greetings!
and he doesnt even LOOK like a serial killer. HE HE HE.. i like it.
And the reaper that walks the street is soon ready to kill again.. dangerous.
And the reaper that walks the street is soon ready to kill again.. dangerous.
yikes...good one! I guess we never really know who is watching us.
Intriguing...
Oh, very creepy!
It started out so sweetly. Ended in chills.
Tragic! A great job with both prompts!
No one is watching me. There is nothing to see.
I have trouble enough sleeping..so I will perhaps skip this one. Maybe they ran off together? Lived happily ever after. :)
ah, nooo! Don't make eye contact!
Just kidding, good work.
Its beautiful, I wonder if he ever told he that he is crushing on her
Who cares about alignment when you have written such an intense and powerful story
Oh dear , is it a serial ?
I love it! Why ever did you feed water, after midnight to those naughty little gremlins?!
Well, the alignment gremlins didn't stop me from enjoying this piece. Thank you!
Chilling micro-tale... Unfortunately, nowadays we find that it is only too true...
Well-penned, Gail.
The terror of obsession. Give me chills!
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