The coast was clear. Max crept up the fire escape, through the open window into Gorjess’s bedroom. Wrapping himself in her pink sheet, he inhaled her sweet scent.
“OMG! I can’t even speak to her at school. Yet, here I am in her inner sanctum”.
“What the hell?!!” Jess screamed.
Caught in the act, Max ran. Wednesday 5.00pm…she was supposed to be at netball.
Soon, the cops turned up.
“Breaking and entering… what were you thinking?”
“Dunno,” he shrugged. “I just wanted to be near her.”
“I don’t get the next generation,” the Sergeant groaned. “Whatever happened to saying hello?”
100 words PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
This story was inspired by Chase Holfelder’s reinterpretation of The Police’s: Every Breath You Take in a minor key. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PLNsymQi3Y&list=PLP0d0-9sxH8YBXAVGNPo_0WuHZPhIjIyH&index=6 I’d love to hear your thoughts. It’s so creepy!
This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by our intrepid leader, Rochelle Wishoff-Fields at https://rochellewisoff.com/
PS Thought this photo my daughter doctored of me on the weekend might give you a laugh.