I thought I’d try writing a fictional drabble after all the non-fiction stuff I’ve been doing lately. Here it is, and I would appreciate any constructive feedback on it:

She came in through the bathroom window. Even as she threatened my life, my mind mouthed the words to the Beatles song, ‘She Came in Through the Bathroom Window’. My face began to form a smile which, halted halfway, became a kind of grimace. I panicked, then, not knowing how she would interpret my expression.But as the old man I am now recalls that day in a life more adventurous than it eventually became, the story always begins, “She came in through the bathroom window”, and I smile to hear that accidental soundtrack replaying in my tired old head.