What’s she looking at…asked in unison, from two different points–one from one of the fourth floor south faced bedroom window and another from two hundred meters away parked car.
Both the focus followed her path of view; both tried to make out what she’s looking at; there’s nothing or anything in the crowd… both the focus moved on her and the angle and focus on adjusted.
Few seconds passed, she’s still looking at the same direction; it’ll be late….a pair of “press” happened–one sounds under the breath click and another sounds like a thud, more specifically bang…
From the Author’s Desk:
I want to thank Sonya heartily for this obscure peculiar photo for the 56th week prompt for the Three Line Tales. The picture says many things and nothing at the same time. Hope story of mine will justify this photo.