Gabino was living alone, very alone. The apartment was giving him a limited view: his window faced another one, at the moment unoccupied; six months went by before she, that redhead with naughty hairstyle, has arrived. Every morning he saw her walking with a towel after her shower. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He observed her when she was taking her clothes off, when she was singing. He loved to see her when she was looking at herself in the mirror with his unresisting attitude, and his day was illuminated as soon as he imagined conversations in her room. He wanted to ask her out. He wanted to meet her, to see her doing all of the above in front of him. But it was not long before she invited someone else in. Gabino had no choice but to close his roller blinds. Unfortunately he could not stop listening to her.
Original post in Spanish by Isidora Cousiño
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