She didn’t mind the anonymity of the housing estates. Sometimes she just felt lost in them. While the TV screens glowed in the apartments every evening, every summer she sat on the balcony in her apartment and watched life outside. There was one apartment she especially liked to watch. The man who worked out on the top floor balcony of the neighboring building almost every evening was a better boost to her than anything else. She liked him. Pouring white wine into her glass, she put on soft music and enjoyed the view of him. With the second glass, the show was over. What are you doing? Why are you quitting so soon? She wanted to call out to him from the balcony. You didn’t have to ruin my evening like that, she thought, slowly finishing her glass. A few minutes later she heard the doorbell ring. She went to answer the house phone. Hello, she said boredly into the phone. Hi, I had to finish early today. Did you know it’s our anniversary? You’ve been staring at me for a month, so I brought a bottle of wine. You could work out for me today and I’d watch, a male voice laughed. Surprised, she started to stammer that she hadn’t cleaned her apartment, but the calm, sympathetic voice reassured her that he would be sitting on the balcony, so he didn’t mind and didn’t know a better way to meet her. Her mind raced with thoughts of letting him into the house, into the apartment, and finding her dead a week later. She dismissed those thoughts. It was now or never. Oh, my curiosity. She pressed the button.
Well, that’s the end of the story. Or is it the beginning of a new story? Who knows?😅😂