Someone Else’s Window

Outside someone else’s window the neighbour’s wife,

in breakfast-crusted robe and last year’s Christmas present


steps out onto the balcony,


the laundry basket full, heaping, overflowing. She can


lift it to the railing where it tips,


raining through the air

all her husband’s dirty laundry. As it


to the street below, amongst shirts and socks and boxer shorts

I see. I understand.

She’s not the type to wear

a leopard print thong.

Published by Aly Writes

I bake. I write. What goes better together than a good story and a delicious fresh-baked pastry? Nothing. And I can give you both. Grab a hot cuppa and join me.

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