The Night Watcher. Below an open first floor window, he could hear muffled snoring. From inside and barely a few feet away, one restless body tossed whilst another one turned. But would he have the courage to enter? It was yet another sultry evening and...
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The Night Watcher. Below an open first floor window, he could hear muffled snoring. From inside and barely a few feet away, one restless body tossed whilst another one turned. But would he have the courage to enter? It was yet another sultry evening and whilst the nearby metropolis simply burst into life, the suburbs all but slept. This neighbourhood was quite unlike some of the domestic war zones in the city and the residents here were as trusting as they were naive. All along the streets there were windows and skylights open. In the stifling, late summer heat and with no air-conditioning it was a necessity. He had been through many open windows, and some were along this very same street. Nevertheless, he was always cautious. He looked up and down the street but need not have worried. The pavements were empty and the only illumination came from the streetlamps that flickered as they dissolved into the horizon. From somewhere beyond the horizon an alarm bell and a howling siren as one,
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