Bob looked out of the window and frowned. His sight was met by a pair of rough eyes, illiterate foolishness pouring out from the pupils. The sight bemused him and he hoped the person at the other end would be similarly bemused and turn away. Instead, without showing any signs of being insulted the man revealed a yellowish set of teeth which seemed to mock Bob. The disgust in Bob had welled up but he was rooted to the spot. The duel of stares had reached its climax and Bob felt like a Texas rancher loading his last bullet with the opponent prowling, anticipating Bob's next move. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Bob slowly moved away from the window, having lost but trying to tell himself he was not playing any game. At the gate of the house, the stranger met another man who had just climbed the wall of Bob's house to the outside. The other man remarked,"Fantastic the way you grabbed that un's attention. It was a lark looting this one."
The two men walked into the sunset to embark on further quests while Bob was seated in his drawing room, gladly oblivious of the disorder in the other rooms of his house.
Well, I guess that wasn't exactly top class but it'll help me return to the spirit of YWS. One whole month, I refrained from going on the Net because of exams and guess how I feel now that exam's over!
