Indie Film Moment

Sunday night

Because I started a new job a month ago, I don’t exactly have a Christmas vacation. My sister has taken the dog to CT for the week and I’m home alone.

Tonight I was eating a leftover chicken sandwich in the kitchen, standing up. I looked out the window and saw across the way, through the window, was a girl, probably around my age, sitting at her table alone, eating a sandwich.

It was a moment that would have been poignant in an indie film. It would have been a metaphor, symbolic, or foreshadowing. I pictured the camera angle. It wouldn’t have had music. A wordless scene of two girls arranging their sandwiches and maybe the sound of delicate chewing. It would have been a quiet moment of two girls in their respective apartments alone, sharing their Sundays eating sandwiches together, yet so very far apart.

But this is real life. I was just chewing and gawking at a neighbor.