I Saw Him Watching Me
I was waiting for the light on 400 West. I looked up at the apartments above me and saw a man looking out his large sliding glass door. He was flossing his teeth and enjoying the view of the cars below him. Behind him, the television flashed commercials and talking heads, but he was oblivious to them. The long string of floss flew gracefully in the air after cleaning each tooth.
He couldn’t see me watching him, but I saw him watching me.