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The second floor window…

 

I should have known.

I should have known from the start something like this would happen. Just typical of me, wouldn’t you say? But who am I kidding, and how could you know? You don’t even have a clue about who I am… You probably haven’t even noticed me yet. Or maybe you have. And if so, I am probably just the odd girl spending hours in the inner courtyard, warming her fingers on cheap candles in the dark, typping relentlessly on her laptop keyboard, smoking cigarette after cigarette, sometimes sipping wine straight from a grocerie store-bought bottle of wine.

Pathetic.

Fall has long settled, even here. My nights are cold and the countdown before I disappear again and leave the patio table to spend winter by itself almost over.

Still, tonight again, I sit patiently. As I have been, for ten days straight, let alone the nights rained poured as if it couldn’t stand the constant clicking of my fingertips on the keys. I guess it needed a break from my silly whereabouts, and its freezing teardrops were far enough to chase me back inside my temporary nest.

Even then, I opened the curtains of the only window of the apartment, and nestled on the couch, all lights out, peeking up.

To say that I stalked you would be exagerated. But tonight again, I can’t seem to find rest unless I luckily get a glimpse of your silhouette. Only then will I finally set to go to bed. It isn’t rational, to say the least.

After all, I came here, thousands of miles away from home to be alone. A nameless face in the crowd. No odd of a chance encounter with a long lost acquaintance. A perfect stranger, in an astranged city, big enough to swallow me whole, and, hopefully never spit me out.

And yet, you caught my eye the very first night I got here. No, that’s a lie. Your ever lit window did. Like a lighthouse, drawing my stare up to the second floor. Making me wonder…

That’s all I really needed. To wonder.

And now here I am…

I should have known. Curiosity and imagination are my two worst enemies. And you’ve awakened them both.

18 thoughts on “The second floor window…

    1. Thank you Eleanor 🙂 The compliment is more than welcome after my recent drought. I really didn’t want to make my whiny post yesterday, but I was just so tired of words coming just by the handful, and it seems like the wave of encouragement just gave me the kick in the b*tt I needed. Hopefully, things are getting back to normal 😉 Have a lovely weekend, Gorgeous! xx

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    1. Thank you, Marquessa 🙂 After yesterday’s rant and the comforting comments that followed, I just had to try to get the introduction of that story down in words… What a relief! I am more than honored by the comparison you and Eleanor see, and I sure hope the suite will keep the suspence feeling going on, if I manage to keep the flow going…. *big hugs*

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    1. Thank you, Bro 🙂 Is it the fingers getting warmed up over cheap candles that gave you that feeling? 😉 They do have a little in common, now that you mention the reference… I hope the suite will please you aswell, if my fingers cooperate 😛

      Have a lovely weekend, dear Biiiiiiiifffbifbifbifbifbifbifbif! xx

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      1. Hi Sis!

        It was several things. Yes,l the fingers being warmed by candlelight was certainly one of them. And some of the imagery surrounding the candles. And the parallel of her burning up the last of her “light” on something that had become just a sort of fantasy. But that was just my interpretation. Not sure if that’s what you intended.

        Have a great weekend, Sis! Hugs!

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      2. Well it is hard to say what was intended, since this is just the introduction to an intricate story… But I like your angle and it makes a lot of sense 🙂 Thank you for sharing it! xx

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      3. That’s the beauty of writing. What we end up writing is often something completely different from what we intended to write. I actually like that when it happens, though it can be frustrating sometimes.

        I love your writing style. It packs a lot of emotion into expertly rationed words. This allows people’s minds to make all sorts of things out of what you write.

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    1. Thank you Cheryl 🙂 I am glad you liked this one. If I end up trying NaNoWriMo, that will be the base of my story, even if I know I won’t hit the 50K words. I have a feeling there is a lot hiding behind this innocent obsession… Hehehe

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