Southern City Mysteries: I Spy

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Saturday, February 18, 2012

I Spy

I have the house to myself this weekend.

A few minutes ago the doorbell rang.  I knew who it was: a neighbor-girl bringing change for a twenty, for a tchotchke I bought in support of some school program.

But I didn't answer.

Instead, I set down the book I was reading and lowered myself silently to the carpet.  Then I inched along the floor on my stomach until I could see around the edge of the sofa.  The girl's pink sweater fizzled across the patterned glass.  Her dark hair bobbed as she rocked in place, waiting.

I held myself still.  Frozen.  Breath slowed to the dimmest of oxygen intake.  I was a spy.

After all, why just write about the stuff?  Why not actually live it every once and a while?

8 comments:

  1. What a great way to experience what you write.

    Mason
    Thoughts in Progress

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  2. I do that all the time when the Mormons come knocking on my door. :)

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  3. I would so totally do that!!! I'm always peeking around the corner when the doorbell rings, trying to decide if I should answer or not.

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  4. Might be kind of embarrassing if anyone catch you, but except from that seems like fun. I always wanted to DO stuff I write too, but so far I haven't dared >:)

    Cold As Heaven

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  5. She totally didn't see me and it was completely silly. But, heck, why not, right?

    Now, if I go kill someone to see what happens...then we'll be in trouble. Or I will, at least. :)

    Michele

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  6. I thought I was the only one who did that. My alone time is so precious to me. I don't want any interruptions.

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