The Low
Wall

For two years, Natalie and Ryan have been neighbors, the only barrier between them a low balcony partition. She's caught him watching—night after night, he appears just as her shower ends. Tonight, she calls him out, dripping in a towel, and he doesn't flinch. 'Enough to want to see more,' he says. She dares him to climb over, and he asks, 'Tell me.' Now the partition is nothing but a line to cross, and the game is out in the open—every night becomes a choice between the view and the touch. He's older, she's in control, and neither is backing down.