Peeping Tom – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  Know how I know? Rochelle sends us the weekly pic to write our 100-word story inspired by that pic. This week, our hostess with the mostest is oot and aboot but she left us with her very own pic to use.  Should you want to participate, click on the frog below and add your link.  G’head, it’s fun!

©Rodchelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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Peeping Tom

The best thing about having a basement bedroom was that it was separate from the rest of the family.  And it was cool – downright cold in summer thanks to the A/C.  I loved my space and could do my own thing, undisturbed.

I was changing for bed when suddenly a ruckus broke out and I could hear thundering steps above my head and yells followed by the front door slamming.  What the hell?

I looked out my window and saw my father and uncle chasing a guy down the street.

He’d been having a look-see at me without my knowing.