Amber stopped outside her new apartment block and debated how to carry the pram her two year old daughter, Daisy, was in up the front steps.
‘Look, mummy!’ Daisy cried, pointing at an above window.
‘What is it?’
‘A smiley lady,’ Daisy answered.
Confused, Amber looked but saw nothing, ‘where?’
‘There!’
‘I don’t see anything, sweetie.’
Amber grabbed the pram and half heaved, half dragged it backwards up the steps.
‘Bye-bye,’ Daisy spoke, waving.
Peering upwards again, Amber saw the moving of a curtain in a second floor window as if someone had just been standing there.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/02/13/15-february-2019/ with thanks).
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