I don’t consider myself to be voyeur. It’s just that I don’t have much to do these days. My TV is broken and my computer stopped functioning a long time ago. So basically, all I have to do with my time is to read…and peer.
I live across from a huge apartment complex. I have a telescope from my stargazing days, but instead of focusing on the night sky, I aim it at the apartment building across the street.
During the day there’s really not that much to see. People mostly keep their drapes drawn. But every once in a while my patience pays off and I see something interesting, like the woman who dries her clothes on a drying rack on her balcony. She often hangs her laundry out to dry when she’s just wearing a bra and panties. Nice.
But it’s at night, when people have their lights on, that the real shows begin. There’s the husband who’s always beating his wife, the lesbian couple who rarely draw the curtains when in their bedroom, or the guy who stands on his balcony and masturbates.
Who needs a TV or a computer when you have a telescope?
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: Michael (Black) Ritter pexels-photo-41506.