“Dad, I’m really sorry. It was really stupid of me. I realize that now,” Brian said. “So can I have it back, now.”
“No, you most certainly may not,” Brian’s father said. “How do you think I felt when the police came knocking on our door and accused me of being a Peeping Tom? How do you think it made your mother feel, son?”
“I know, Dad,” Brian said. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I used the drone you got me for Christmas to look into the windows of people who live in that high rise apartment building.”
“Well, son, I’m taking away that drone and I’m grounding you for a month,” the father said. “And I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
“I have, Dad,” Brian said. “But just so you know, Dad, there’s a woman who lives on the 34th floor of that building who has a body that just won’t quit and she likes to show it off. I think she’s a bit of an exhibitionist.”
“Hmm,” Brian’s father said. “The 34th floor you say?”
Written for Cyranny’s One-Minute Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Cyranny.
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