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The Wrong Window
By Alan Zacher
It’s almost seven PM. It’s dark outside. Yes, the blinds to her
apartment are now closed. She’s gone.
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, that may
be true, but you can’t hold a picture or words in your arms and hands
and make love to it or them. This is what I wanted to do with her—
make hot, passionate love. Besides, the only picture I have of her was
the one that was in the monthly newsletter from the office of the Hud
apartment complex here. In an attempt for the residents here to get to
know each other better, they started adding pictures of the residents,
and from the moment that I gazed upon that snapshot of her, I was
enthroned, enslaved by her look: Long, flowing, golden-brown hair
that was coiffed straight back, like the proud mane of a fine
thoroughbred; smooth, olive complexion; piercing blue eyes and full