Literature
The Death Of Ben Smith
Chapter Three: Coincidence, I think not.
Standing up, he walked over to the window, placing his head on the glass. Then, he sighed, and lifted his head, looking out and to the house, which was up for sale, noticing the ‘for sale’ sign wasn’t there.
“Wait…” He squinted, to see into the bedroom window that was just opposite his. In that very bedroom, he saw what he thought was a pretty, 5’ft 3’ blonde haired girl dancing about, singing in her bedroom.
“N-no.” He waved, to see if it was. The girl waved back, and opened her window, to see if she could speak to him-he did the same.
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