Over here in the dark
your life is like a stage to me.
I think you know that, since most of it is played out on your balcony for me to see.
No-one would believe what I’ve seen you do, just as no-one would believe I’m sitting here, snuggled in my blankie, hot-water bottle on lap, whisky bottle at hand…
…watching you die.
You slipped on the ice, it’s not my fault, you were there to tease.
Your glorious hair is greying now.
With frost.
This isn’t my fault.
I didn’t do anything.
And I won’t, just yet my love.
Thanks to Rochelle for her continued leadership of Friday Fictioneers. Click on the link to join the party.
castelsarrasin 
Aargh
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A deliciously chilling character
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Thanks for reading, Neil.
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Dear Sandra,
I question his accident. Chilling little piece. Makes me shiver…which is your fault. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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We don’t need any more chills, for sure. Thanks for reading, Rochelle.
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Yikes!
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Thanks for reading Oneta.
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Remind me never to upset you!
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I shouldn’t have to. 🙂 Thanks for reading, Liz.
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I felt the chill of that ice in my veins. The voyeur is like a spider in a web. Excellent detailing with how cozy she is as she watches the unfortunate’s life ebb away.
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Thanks for reading.
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You’re welcome.
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Hi Sandra, I’ve notice a trend in your stories of a helpless victim that receives no sympathy from the narrator. Quite dark in many ways.
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I’m having some difficulty getting in touch with the lighter side of life these days. Maybe I should take a break from writing. Thanks for reading.
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Oh! Sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I am sure this site as an outlet does help.
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Sheesh. A pleasant neighbor this person ain’t. Yeeck.
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There’s always someone, I guess. Thanks for reading.
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Thank you for the evocative piece! Clearly it elicited a reaction! 🙂 Well done, you!
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Oh how I have missed your writing!
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What a lovely thing to say, Dawn. Thanks for reading.
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Oh dear. Not quite the accident then is it?
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I think it was. Maybe an element of chance is the final icing on the cake for the observer.
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What a morbid thing your story is! Excellent!
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Well, I’d probably prefer the word ‘macabre’ to ‘morbid’ but each to his own. 🙂 Thanks for reading.
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Chilling, Sandra. A sociopath, perhaps? No sense of conscience, no empathy or sympathy, not MY fault! Really well-written.
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Yes, exactly. Just happy to observe, I guess.
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I love that the voyeur and victim could be man or woman. I reread to make sure I didn’t miss some sign 😉 Glorious hair could apply to both sexes….
I’m thinking this is no ordinary voyeur since, the show will be over now that the victim’s life is slipping away.
As always, fabulous writing!
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Thank you Dale. Yes, I couldn’t decide on the sexes so I stripped out any indications. Glorious hair made me think of some kind of ladies man, a professional charmer who’d been getting off living his life on the balcony for the benefit of others. Glad you enjoyed it.
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I love that you left it open for your readers to interpret. And I thought the same thing regarding the hair!
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The curtain’s about to close on their stage, an encore, out of the question.
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I think so. I’ve tried to comment twice on yours, Keith, so unless it’s waiting for mod – they’re not getting through. Anyone, enjoyed your little skit this week.
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it looks like a ghost watching somebody whose number is almost up.
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I never thought of it that way. Thanks for reading.
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That is not how James Stewart would have handled that. That was deliciously dark and very well presented. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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Many thanks.
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ooh very chilling :0
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Sociopaths can evoke that response. Thanks for reading.
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You push the knife in and twist it. A perfect and painful abuser’s voice. Great writing, Sandra.
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Many thanks, I appreciate your reading it.
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Your stories never cease to amaze me. Chillingly written.
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Thanks for reading, Alicia. Good to see you, figuratively speaking. 🙂
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Whoa … watching you die … it’s not my fault. Captivating piece.
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Thanks for reading 🙂
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A finely draw vision, I expect it is to late to call for an ambulance,
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I must admit I thought Death at first. Cold day in hell I think.
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Chilling indeed, and well written.
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This one made me think. Well done.
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Sandra,
A disturbing little tale! One wants to label these types sociopaths and misfits and leave it at that. But there’s something more, a need for revenge of a personal kind related to their past. Only rationalizations for the irrational of course, similar to the schadenfreude that “normies” feel at their acquaintance’s misfortunes. What evil within does that spring from? As always, Sandra, your writing packs a punch and makes me want to be a better writer.
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When one has one’s blanket, a hot water bottle, and a bit of tip; one must observe the world without guilt. Well done, Sandra.
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