The Girl Opposite
Jack
knelt on the cold and dusty floor outside the bathroom, the sound of
the water flowing drowning out the sound of his breathing. Through
the small gap at the bottom of the door frame, where the wood had
become warped from years of moisture; he saw the girl who lived
opposite. She was changing. Her clothes fell to the ground, following
the contours of her back, only slowing momentarily as they caught on
the gradient of her buttocks before falling to a crumpled pile of
soft