Gerry watched her through binoculars. He’d never met her, nor knew her name. She fascinated him as she moved from room to room of the building across the river. She always looked so happy.
When she appeared on the balcony he hid behind the curtain, but not before he watched the smile drop off her face. Had she seen him?
What felt like an eternity later she went back inside. He lifted the binoculars just in time to see her through the middle window, slipping a noose around her neck.
“No,” he screamed just as she stepped off the chair.
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