Summer’s here. For now anyway.
Every window in my flat is open. A cool breeze mixed with warm weather sounds wafts its sunny way to my glad ears: chirping birds, ice cream vans, kids running around trying to release all that energy pent up during the past few soggy weeks. It’s a very Friday afternoon tune to be sure, and I start calculating when I can officially call it a day and get out there and add my own music to this sweet weekend cacaphony.
I also realise I need to take a leak.
So I go to the toilet to take a comfort break, and while I’m standing there doing my business gazing off into space I realise I’m inadvertently staring right into the window of a neighbouring flat … and that there’s a skeleton in the window.
Obviously, I go to the bathroom all time time. But usually, the frosted window’s closed or only open enough to let a little air in.
I’m fascinated. Why is there a skeleton next to the window in the corner of this flat? Is it real? Is there a medical student living there? An artist? A goth?
What’s the furniture like in that place? Modern? Antique? Any junk from the street? What else is nearby but just beyond the walls of my home?
Whatever the case I’m grateful. For this glorious May weather of course … and for the accidental peek into another’s home. Am I to be thrust into some weird Lovecraftian horror story? Are my neighbours super scientists or super creeps … or both? Am I going crazy from the heat? Maybe I should go back to see if it’s still there.
