My cousin had a secret he couldn't wait to share with me.
I followed him through the hole in the fence, into the new neighbor's backyard.
"Look," he said, pointing at a window on the ground floor, half hidden by the tall grass.
I squinted and inquired: "Is it a bathroom?"
"Look closer," said my cousin. I tried to understand what was going on inside the room. "Can you see her?" He asked me.
"Yes," I shouted.
"Keep your voice down," he ordered me.
I nodded and kept silent, even though hiding my excitement was really hard. A whole new world had just been opened for me. That woman was reading a book in the bathtub. I didn't know we could that!
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Memento mori: A Collection of Very Short Stories and Prose Poems
General FictionAlways be a poet, even in prose. ― Charles Baudelaire