Ten Percent_Ms. Ainslie’s Window_It started with a green jacket_The Woman
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Ten Percent
Fear, boredom and restlessness made her look out of the window. The full moon reflected more light than usual to the earth. She could even see objects several metres away, and it made her more scared. She couldn’t help it, but to continue looking out for strange movements and figures.Lilian had never tried so hard to stimulate sleep until that night when her parents sent her away because of her staying out late. It was due to her promiscuity. Before as usual, it used to be her mother’s high pitched voice shouting away the roof, echoing, and resounding on the walls and the bare floor, and the f...
Ms. Ainslie’s Window
Her day started like every other day. The “Meal on Wheels“ people had come in and left her breakfast on the small space on her crowded kitchen table. The surface of the little pink formica kitchen table could barely be seen with all the clutter. There were stacks of old newspapers, knickknacks, old obituaries, magazines with recipes torn out, a dirty salt and pepper shaker and a empty paper napkin holder.As the attendant left she said, “Now, Ms. Ainslie don”t sit by that window all morning and let your breakfast get cold. I‘ll see you at 5:00 o’clock with your dinner.”When the attendant had g...
It started with a green jacket
It started with a green jacket. It was that kind of early spring day that makes you want to pretend it is much warmer than it is. So when Lindsay got up that morning, she dressed in bright colours and as she headed out the door to the coffee shop, she paused, hand hovering over her warm black trench. Impulsively, she reached further in the closet and grabbed the green jacket. Wearing the springy colour put an extra bounce in her step, which was just as well, since it was actually still chilly. She got to the cafe a bit earlier than usual, and wound up in a line. She looked around her and noted...
The Woman
He pressed his bulky metal binoculars awkwardly onto his eye sockets. The metal behind the rubber eyecups dug into the bone behind his skin. The view from the glass was jilted and blurry but he could make out the figure of a woman in the window across the street. Maybe he should get up and actually open the window, he thought. No, no,www.onedoor.cc no. That would give him away. He had to be discreet, stealthy like she had been for days. Something in his gut gnawed at him. Maybe she knows? Does she? He tried again to make the binoculars actually work but failed once again. Frustrated, he threw them down onto...