The Voyeur and the Neighbor
She knew I saw her all along
Dear Journal, When I got onto the train late that night, I wasn't expecting anything special to happen. Walking towards my regular spot in the back, I passed by a lady that looked really familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on where I had seen her before. She was sitting in the front of the train car, legs crossed at the ankles, wearing a long colorful skirt and a tight shirt. She was looking out the window, her hair co...