Short Fiction

Rear Window by Michael Hutchinson

He’s back.

Who’s back, I say.

Him from Nandos. He’s back again.

Our blinds are almost closed – Dave likes to keep them closed even in the day – but now he’s pulled one strip down so he can see through.

He’s handed something over.

Can we get something from Nandos?


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