She pushed and pulled the sofa, turning it around to face the window before opening her curtains. What a view, she thought. That night, she sipped wine and munched popcorn in the dark, watching the neighbors across the alley as they undressed each other, swaying to music she couldn’t hear.
Rita Riebel Mitchell writes at home and on road trips with her husband. She enjoys reading and writing short and very short fiction.
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