Window Watching

[hils]

Well, my first piece of 'homework' is complete. Can't say I'm especially pleased with it, but then I never am with things I've written. For anyone who cares, this is what I came up with

The task was to look out of our window and write about what we could see, writing in the first person initially and then changing to third on the redraft.

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Window Watching

It's dark and he is thankful. At least in the dark there are shadows he can hide in. It's so quiet out there; the night has brought with it a stillness which no other time of day can bring. He likes it. He can stand there peacefully unobserved, just watching. He finds people so fascinating, but is hindered by his inability to make small talk. He'd rather say nothing at all than talk about the weather.

Here in the night, from the comfort of his own home, things are different. He can get a glimpse of lives he would not normally be privy to. It isn't usually much. Just a snippet of a conversation as people walk past, not even knowing that they're being observed, but it sustains him. He can imagine what happens next, create a whole other world just based on a few short words. Most people would think he was crazy but he's not, he's a writer.

A car drives by, occupied by four youths who must only just be of a legal driving age. Their stereo blares loudly, the bass causing his window to vibrate as this epitome of cool goes past. Soon enough, however, all is still once more

A woman leaves her house and for a split second two pairs of eyes meet. She must be wondering what he's doing stood there watching. She probably thinks he's a peeping Tom, either that or some nosy neighbour. It is beyond some people to be able to comprehend anything more complex than the sorts of things that appear on TV.

She frowns a little at his appearance, almost as though she is debating whether to say something to him or not. As is the way of human nature though, she decides against it, clearly having more important things to occupy her mind than some strange man living on her street. She hefts her handbag onto her shoulder and quickly vanishes from sight.

As her heels click down the street he wonders idly if she'll ever give him a second thought, or whether his shadowed appearance will fade from her memory just as the night fades into the dawn.