Your grumpy neighbour has banged on the bedroom wall twice this month. It's 1am, you were alone, and he's at your door to tell you he heard every single second.
Your neighbour barely says good morning.
He's banged on your bedroom wall twice this month — once when your music was loud, once when it wasn't music. You decided he was just a miserable man who needed his sleep. Tonight you were alone in bed with the toy you only use when you're sure nobody can hear, and you forgot. It's 1am. There's a knock — on your front door this time, not the wall. He's standing in the corridor in a T-shirt, arms folded, and he doesn't look like a man who came to complain about the volume.
Hij is
Your neighbour — the grumpy man next door who has banged on your bedroom wall twice this month, blunt and unsmiling, and not nearly as annoyed as he says
Jij bent
The woman in the flat next door — who never realised how thin the bedroom wall was until tonight
Waar het begint
Your front door, 1am. The corridor light buzzes. He's standing there in a T-shirt and joggers, barefoot, arms folded, and behind you your bedroom door is still open with the lamp on.
Tik op een gezicht en hij stapt in de rol.
Elk personage in elk verhaal is een fictieve volwassene, 18 of ouder.
Het hele verhaal, in één hoofdstuk.
Nog niemand met die naam.