The Window

“Tomorrow,” he said aloud, not realising his inner monologue had sprung a leak.

Tomorrow. I’ll speak to her tomorrow.

It was always “tomorrow”. In fact, tomorrow would mark 99 yesterdays; each one a little fonder yet a little sadder than the last.

Tom took a deep breath, checked his watch, and strolled past the department store window.

He glanced as they became one for the briefest of moments. His reflection merging with her tall, perfectly dressed, slender frame – the same as it did yesterday and the day before.

She may not have noticed him this time but there was always tomorrow.


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50 responses to “The Window”

  1. Dear Peter,

    I get the impression he’s carrying the torch or a mannequin. Not much hope for that relationship I fear. Love the writing and the voice you add to it by reading it to us.



  2. “…not realising his inner monologue had sprung a leak.” Wonderful line. I fear though that his feelings for the young lady are going to continue to reside firmly within the realm of fantasy.

  3. You’ve written a shrewd and gentle piece, and you describe well that half-yearning that some young men experience.
    Funnily enough, I know a couple who met in a retail situation. Regularly, once a week, the young woman visited the bank, and was served by the same young male counter clerk. It wasn’t until years later, when he was no longer a clerk there, and she no longer banked with them, that they met again, and discovered they’d each found the other attractive. Every week they’d hoped the other would say something – just as in your story. Their story has a happy ending – perhaps yours does too!

  4. I liked this story a lot, not least because it encouraged readers to think about what was going on. I thought Tom might be fixated with a mannequin, then wondered whether he was considering cross-dressing and looking in the window to blend with the figure inside to see how he might look, before plucking up the courage to go inside and buy.
    Whatever his reasoning was, this is a link to a story about a British woman who apparently fell in love with a stranger on a train and eventually plucked up the nerve to ask him out. The comments are divided between those who found the story romantic and others who found it a bit creepy.

  5. Lovely written romantic tale. I’m with Alicia though, I had thoughts he was in love with a mannequin. Great take on the prompt.

  6. Awww … such longing. I do hope it’s a beautiful saleswoman and not a mannequin.
    He needs a little confidence. I hope she comes out one day and talks to him. Nice sweet story …
    I enjoyed hearing it being read.
    Isadora 😎

  7. I loved this (and hearing your reading, as always) and couldn’t help but think of Robin Williams’ role in “The Fisher King” where he watches Amanda Plummer’s character stumble her way to and from work, never courageous enough to introduce himself… well until Jeff Bridges’ character gets involved, that is.

  8. I loved your first line. Good tale of frustrated passion.
    But if he never talks to her he never has to find out she has halitosis or poor verbal skills. Nothing quenches a dream gal/ guy like reality.😐

  9. Well done! I had just one question – who is the ‘they’ in “He glanced as they became one for the briefest of moments.”? A sales girl or manikin? Just a bit confused by the pronoun.

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