I’ve been having so much fun with 100 word stories lately. I posted this one on Facebook the other day so I thought I’d share it here, too.
My Office Window
My neighbor runs to take out the garbage in droopy white underwear. The wind sends a plastic grocery bag dancing into the street. He pounces and catches it, bending over to pick up an errant piece of trash. Fabric shifts, flesh appears. Clearly visible pubic hair blows in the breeze. There’s an invisible line on his thermometer that determines if he’ll put clothing on before taking out the trash. From my desk, I watch him drag the cans while I listen to the weather forecast, hoping for a cold front, a snowstorm, anything. Dear God, please let winter stick around.