He is special. I knew that the first time I saw him; the day he moved into my building.
Late Mrs. Donovan’s place. No one grieves for her.
My dining room window oversees the parking lot. My spyhole takes care of the rest.
He likes Shiraz. Eats apples. Uses Palmolive and Pantene.
His name is Adam Davenport—that’s what his bank statements say.
I might’ve gone through his trash.
He had a girl over. I might’ve eavesdropped.
She was loud.
I might’ve keyed her car.
I ring the doorbell, apple pie in my hands.
A drabble is a work of fiction of precisely one hundred words. Its purpose is to test the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a very limited space.