Limelight

Weeks later, walking just after sunset, I spot a woman on the second floor from the back alley. I see head and shoulders facing the window and moving vertically through opened curtains. Her features hard to make out in much detail in front of the lamp light. She humps faster as I steadily approach my building.

Excitedly, I keep staring but hear no noises as I approach despite the window being open. Consequently losing interest, I stop gawking without considering it much.

In retrospect, I should have served her honourably by paying more attention; perhaps her intensity depended on it.