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FLOWERS FROM A STRANGER
I didn’t see anybody outside the window the next morning. The man had completely disappeared into the thin air. Since I had seen the silhouette of that man quite clearly the previous night, I knew it wasn’t some hallucination. Somebody was actually there, staring at me in the middle of the night. Last night’s horrific images didn’t leave my mind. I appeared a little disturbed by the same when I joined Seth for breakfast. He, thus, couldn’t stop himself from addressing the same, “Didn’t you have a good night's sleep yesterday?” “No, I didn’t,” I responded, resting my weary head on my hands. “I saw somebody standing outside the window.” “Could’ve been some drunkard,” argued Seth, pleading with me to eat something. I ate a little sandwich and some hard-boiled eggs before grabbing my b
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