She was at home, at the office, in front of the computer writing again. Sipping from her cup of warm coffee, she leans back sighing.
– What should I write next ?...
She got up from her chair and went to the window, looking at the other block, on the street.. at the starry sky and the full moon. But nothing, no inspiration.
She was trying to get away from the window when she saw moves at a window in the block across the street. She leaned down and started watching the whole scene.
She did not know what was going on there, but at one point the window curtain fell on the floor leaving the two people fighting for life in plain sight.
The girl looked very closely trying to decipher what was happening, but about two minutes later the knife that the person standing up had in his hand jumped into her eyes. After that person bends down and inserts the knife into the victim that was on the ground, he stands up and looks in the direction of the girl's apartment. She panicked and turned around and puts herself down, on the floor.
She got up again trying to see if everything was good there, but none was there.
Everything was pitch black. She was trying to calm down.
The moment she grabbed her phone to call the police, a knock at the door was heard loudly.
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Action⚠️ TW : crime, blood, knife, lies This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead, is...
