Watching Daniel

Eleanor Price didn't mean to start watching him.

At fifty one, her life is quiet. She runs a small antique shop on Main Street, spending her days surrounded by forgotten objects and the steady ticking of old clocks.

Across the street, Daniel Harper works at the local garage.

He's younger than her. Too young, really. The kind of man who should never notice a woman like Eleanor.

But every day she finds herself drifting back to the front window. Watching him work. Watching him laugh. Watching the small details no one else seems to see.

She tells herself it's harmless.

Just something to pass the time.

Until the day Daniel looks up and realizes she's been there all along.