In the Garden.

Watching her through the window, he blinked rapidly. She bent over and draped a wet sock over the clothes horse, seductively swaying to the rhythm of the music. He could hear the baseline thumping through the glass that separated them. She tapped her feet and sung, extending and flexing her thighs in time to the beat. He drew closer from the dark corner of the courtyard to the brightness of the living room window, which cascaded light out onto the pavement slabs beneath him. She would never know he was there and he would return to the darkness of the courtyard night upon night to see her dance in the brightness of the room.


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