Sunday, 4 March 2012

Peeping Tom 4-1-2-3 [3]

1-2-3-4 → 2-1-3-4 → 3-1-2-4 → 4-1-2-3

Window 3

It’s empty, then the little girl is in there with the dude from next door whose hair is blue(?) this time. She’s braided her locks: there’s little strings of hair all streaking down her face. The two are giggling . . . looking about the room as though they’ve lost something. Do they know the little boy is next door? The dude lifts up the bedsheets and . . . pulls down his trousers. She laughs at this. Whatever is he up to? Why would he . . . oh. A few blobs of excrement now mark the sheets. The girl collapses with laughter.

He pulls the sheets back over then slaps hands with the girl who he lifts up, spins around, and kisses on the cheek. Then he kisses her, slower, on the lips. Honestly, what’s going on here? These people are truly a strange bunch. He drops the little girl whose face is beaming with happiness. Oh well. It’s so delightful to see the young so happy, regardless of their mischief. Still, I hope the boy doesn’t get too much of a shock. Maybe he’ll find it funny.


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