RW Drabble 2.0.048: Gleam

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This was published in Medium’s Fiction Shorts.
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You are a fly on the wall in your neighbor’s bedroom.
It started innocently, with my new iPhone and zoom lens.
She woke every morning at 8 am, just as the sun crept over our building and gleamed into her room.
Even when we were kids, I was up an hour before her.
I’m in apartment six; Phylis is in two, just below me.
Two days ago, she told me she had fallen while entering the bathroom: “I know I should be careful first thing in the morning.”
“Maybe it’s time we moved in together,” I said.
“Since Bob died, I’ve learned to love my privacy. I promise to be careful.”
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