Friday Fictioneers: We Met on a Rooftop

I stood looking over the neighborhood and inhaled the calming night air.

I heard a rustle behind me and pulled out my flashlight/weapon, illuminating my handsome neighbor.

He smiled at me “4-B, right? I’m 4-D.” I knew who he was.

He walked over to me, with his hand outstretched, “my name is Todd.”

I nodded, “Diane”. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

He stepped up next to me and inhaled deeply.  “There is something about the night air, it’s calming.”

He met my side eye. “Insomnia?”

“Yes” I sighed.

“Just one more thing we have in common” he grinned.

 

This week’s photo: © Lisa Fox

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