by Amrita Bhatia
It was that time of the day again. He sat perched at his window on 57th street, waiting.
She was two minutes late today. Traffic he thought. The lights were on, the curtains drawn; all he could see was a shadow. He watched her going through her daily tasks.
How she undressed, and the way she moved.
His imagination ran into directions more than one when he thought of her in the shower.
“Ah!” he sighed, wishing she were his girl.
But wait there were two shadows today.
No that was not possible. How could this be? She could not have a lover. She was a well mannered girl.
How it hurt when he watched them move, intertwine. He gulped down the vodka, but that wasn’t what was burning his insides.
“Hi I’m Andrew I live in the apartment across the street, is Anna around?”
“Yeah come on in... Anna... It’s for you Baby”
“At least tie the robe you Dog”
The shriek was loud enough to wake the neighbours.
“What did you do to him you bastard!!!!?”
“I just like one Anna, just one shadow”
It was that time of the day again. He sat perched at his window on 73rd street, waiting.