Lady Luck seemed to smile on me when my agent showed me the property
at a throwaway price with apprehension.
Furnishing my new home, my gaze rested on the opposite building, dilapidated
and bereft of colour.
The sepia-toned façade hinted at its abandoned status but the sound of stealthily moving footsteps puzzled me.
As a mark of respect for my departed ancestors, I kept a rolled Indian flat-bread
in a plate on the window-sill.
I got up to close the window at noon, when I noticed the empty plate and a
figure in the opposite window hungrily chewing my roll.
Thank you Rochelle for the wonderful picture prompt.