You Won’t Believe the View

“You coming inside?”

“It’s nice out. I think I’ll stay awhile.”

He closed the door and thought about locking it. He thought about walking across the apartment and out the front door. He smiled a little, imagining the look on her face when she realized she was stuck out on the balcony. She’d think he was joking, would call him immature. But then when he didn’t answer, she’d get mad. Bang her fists against the glass. Start screaming. Cursing him. Threatening him.

He hesitated, fingers on the lock.

She leaned against the railing, and flicked her ash at the city.

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