This tale was written based on the following prompts
She had been watching her neighbour’s house for weeks, but she saw something today that made her question his taste. Alright, so she wasn’t a connoisseur in anything, she was just a brain surgeon, but if she’d been given a choice, she knew where her preferences would lie.
I mean it wasn’t like this affected him alone. They had all chosen this route, they were individuals who had walked down the dirt track towards the light and now each and every single day they had to live with the option.
Which only made this obvious desire more questionable, and drawing a deep breath…
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