Golden Box Book Publishing One Picture: Thousands of Words - Page 19

The Wrong Window By Alan Zacher It’s almost seven PM. It’s dark outside. Yes, the blinds to her apartment are now closed. She’s gone. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. Well, that may be true, but you can’t hold a picture or words in your arms and hands and make love to it or them. This is what I wanted to do with her— make hot, passionate love. Besides, the only picture I have of her was the one that was in the monthly newsletter from the office of the Hud apartment complex here. In an attempt for the residents here to get to know each other better, they started adding pictures of the residents, and from the moment that I gazed upon that snapshot of her, I was enthroned, enslaved by her look: Long, flowing, golden-brown hair that was coiffed straight back, like the proud mane of a fine thoroughbred; smooth, olive complexion; piercing blue eyes and full