“Hazy dusk” by Jay Faiz


Story by my good friend: Jay Faiz

It started with a light tap tap tap on your window on a particularly hazy dusk.

Tap tap tap.

Tap tap tap.

Just enough to annoy you and tickle your curiosity, even though you are fully aware that you’re on the thirtieth floor and it is impossible for anyone to do it since you are sure that there are no ledges outside and there’s no way that a window cleaner would work at this hour.

Tap tap tap.

You drew the curtains and saw it.

It smiled slightly, waved its scrawny hand, and said hi.

And disappeared.

From then on, whenever the day ended hazy and everything is all orange and gray, you hear that light tap tap tap on your windows.

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.

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