Abbie finished hanging her washed laundry and began pegging them. From the corner of her eye she could make out a figure peeping eavesdropping from the opposite building. She knew it must be Jay. She had come to notice that he always checked her out whenever she came out to do anything. She suddenly noticed … Continue reading Love Jazz 3 →

Jay scratched his crotch and sniffed as he held up a pair of old binoculars and peered through them. He was standing at the window of his two-roomed apartment which consisted of a bedroom and sitting room. The bedroom was made up of a single iron bunk with a naked mattress that had been torn … Continue reading Love Jazz →