Rear Windows

This piece was written for the weekly Unicorn photo prompt Challenge.

‘So, how’s the leg coming on then?’

‘Another 4 weeks before I can walk on it. Driving me nuts stuck in here.’

‘You’ve got the TV and you can stream whatever you want.

‘Yes but it’s like Bruce Springsteen says. 57 channels and nothin’ on. And I’m sick of reading.’

‘You get visitors, like me.’

‘Look, no offence, mate, but you’re hardly riveting company without a pint in your hand.’

‘Hey. What’s with the chair drawn up to the window and the binoculars. You perving on the neighbours? Seen any good murders yet, Jimmy Stewart?’

‘No such luck. The odd domestic. Spotty teenager picking his nose. Mind you, I live in hope that the divorcee on the second floor will leave her bedroom blinds open one day.’

‘You can’t carry on like this. It just isn’t right. People have a right to their privacy.’

‘Privacy? They’re all screen addicts. The entire world knows what they had for dinner, who they’re practicing their horizontal folk dancing with, what they’ve been buying, what they, like, Like.’

‘Well, don’t be surprised if someone comes around and punches you in the nose or reports you to the Police.’

‘No, no chance of that happening. They get their revenge every day. Remember during Covid and everyone would get out and clap and bang saucepans for the health workers? Every night at six o’clock this lot stand at their windows, drop their kit and moon me. It’s a sea of rears in windows.’

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