Watching the neighbors
I leaned back to look at the moon. The moon is full. It’s blue light lights up the sky. The wind blows hard. Clouds move swiftly across the moon.
My senses reach out listening to the sounds of the night.
I hear a motor running by the street. I sneak through my house to see who was out there, with the motor running and their lights off.
Being careful not to be heard, I slip outside the door. I stand in the dark watching the car. It moves down the street, maybe seventy-five feet then stops again, in the dark, where no street lights are on.
I hear a car door slam.
Is it my neighbor or his drug traffic sneaking up to his house?
I need to move.