Tag: BJ

     She lurks outside the house, crouching behind one of the many shrubberies surrounding the residence. The rainy night renders her nigh-invisible, droplets pattering against the hood of her black raincoat. Her boots, black to match, sink slightly into the muddy earth. She doesn’t seem to notice. Her gaze is fixed upon the many windows of the house, with a particular focus on the farthest left one on the second floor. 

     She knows exactly where he sleeps. She knows where every member of his family sleeps, and can mostly predict when each of their lights will go out. He is right there in that far left window. His sister is the next one on the right, separated by a connected bathroom that has no windows at all. His mother and father sleep in different rooms on account of his father’s unbearable snoring. They’re on the first floor, each occupying a different corner room with different corner windows. 

     All of this information is important. She tracks each light and mentally marks each sleeping person. She anxiously fiddles with the crowbar in her hands as she concentrates. She applies a bending motion to it, and then a reverse flexing motion, though it does not bend. There. The last light, his insomniac sister’s, has gone out.  Read more »