I made it through another day working from home. I sneak the empty beer cans out to the recycling bin; lifting up some cardboard and the worst drawings the kids made, I hide the cans, evidence I'm not doing as well as it seems. I sense eyes upon me. We got a taller fence, put up for more privacy, but now my neighbour is going the extra mile to be nosy, looking down from the top window instead of the lower one. Still the same judgemental expression. I wonder how many days she’s been watching, and whether she'll say anything.
Andrew Anderson (he/him) is a writer from Bathgate, Scotland. Find Andrew on Twitter @soorploom.