This drabble is written to a prompt published by The Daily Post.
You’ve been given the ability to build a magic tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice—anywhere on Earth. Where’s the end of your tunnel?
Finally, it was done. It had taken all his powers, but here it was—his own secret passage to the changing room at the public bath. His excitement grew. An uncontrolled giggle escaped him as he walked through the tunnel. He’d dreamed of the day when he could stand, unseen by others, and watch the men in the shower. Ripped men, chubby men, hairy men—he didn’t care. All he wanted was to watch as they shampooed their hair and let the suds run down their bodies. If he could, he would keep them all—hidden away in his home.