The perpetual gray skies of the cool and soggy northwest mirrored Tommy’s mood. Another day spent within the bare room he’d rented. His only entertainment was watching the residents of the building across the way through his telescopic lens.
“Cat lady’s knitting again,” he noted. “And fat man’s actually making his bed.”
Tommy saw motion from Unit 37. Finally. Spending one more day here might drive him crazy. He took aim, lined up his target and squeezed the trigger.
Crack! His target dropped. Mission accomplished.
Seattle might be great to visit, but he could never understand how folks could live here.
Word Count: 100
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]