Sunday, June 17, 2012

Cutting Corners

It was dark. I had turned out the lights and pulled back the curtains in my bedroom. I stood at the open window, adjusting the fan before I went to bed.

A man was passing on the sidewalk below. He stepped off the sidewalk and onto the grass--my grass--heading to the other side.

My first impulse was to yell out, "HEY! QUIT CUTTING ACROSS MY LAWN!" but I stopped myself.

For one thing, it was 1:30 AM, and for another thing, I didn't know how mentally stable he was. What if he whipped out a gun and shot me?

Still, it would've been pretty funny to see his reaction. I'm sure he had no idea anyone was watching.


Casey said...

The best kind of vigilante is the one you don't even know is there.

Or is it the best kind of stalker? I can never remember.

jennifer anderson said...

yep you never know when people are watching you