The next day I went there again during the lunch break. I did the same thing, as usual, read a book, wondered for a while and then stared at the window.
I was also wondering where he was but soon his figure came into view, funny how I can even recognize his shadow. How long has it been since I started observing him?
Today, he was still reading the book and is almost at the end. Now I want to read the third book too. Should I?
YOU ARE READING
By the window
Short StoryHer, him and the window. #872 in Short Story [120817] #725 in Short Story [120917] #663 in Short Story [121017] Cover by Sandra/aquamarinity
