Third floor apartment

fire escape

Beneath the oak tree was the perfect spot to watch his apartment. Under the leaf-thick branches, looking down from the third floor, she was hidden from view. The coffee cup in her hands wasn’t for the caffeine, it was only a prop in case someone walked up, and questioned why she was there.

Their affair ended badly, but she wasn’t ready to give him up completely. They simply needed to talk, and she was sure they could work it all out. His light was on, she could knock on his door.

She would say she was just passing by.

This week’s challenge is inspired by Cup of Coffee,” by Garbage
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23/31 – Third

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

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