Rear window

‘Don’t switch on the lights,’ Kelly ordered.

‘What?  Why?’ Dan hovered by the door staring into the dimly lit room.

‘They’ll see us.’

‘Who’ll see us?’

‘Them!’ Kelly pointed to the large window.  Opposite a condo block was lit up like a Christmas tree.

‘Are those binoculars?’

‘What we need is a tripod.  I can’t keep these steady enough.’

‘Are you spying on people?’

‘They think that if they’re ten stories up no-one can see them.’

‘Kelly!’

‘He’s going to kill her.  I know he is.’

‘Who?’

‘The monster is the purple underwear.  He’s already left her black and blue.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.