THE PEACOCK SUMMER

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“It does not take much to remain unseen in a house like this. A soft tread, a downcast eye, knowledge of the creaking stairs and loose floorboards that betray my presence. And the inhabitants, of course, so busy with their own lives – their troubles – their desires – so busy with themselves they do not notice the ones like me bearing witness from the shadows.

But I see them. I see it all. The things I am supposed to see – and the things that I am not. I see the flare of a cigaret lighter in a dark room, and the lipstick marks on a glass. I see the indentations on a pillow, the bloodstains on the sheets. I see furtive looks – trembling hands – clenched fists – tear-stained handkerchiefs.

It’s all there – the secrets of their lives – if you will only look. Because a house like this has eyes. I am the eyes of the house . . . and I am always watching.”

The Peacock Summer

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