Spy Next Door

With no acquaintances he started living around.. He wore a long trench coat with a muffler hugging his neck..Rolling his eyes around and kept shuffling his cards deck..His suspicious eyes kept looking every nook and corner. Was he a detective, was he a thug; his dubious looks can’t deny.

He kept fouling curses on me and while the cops dragged him outside..I gave him a wry smile and he just kept stomping the floor..his criminal mind could not figure it out that I was the spy next door..

©Sajal Gupta


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