this morning #1464.
this morning, just over a week ago, he was out tending to his garden. wide open, sunny sunday. minding his own business while he got down to business with the begonias. he suddenly straightened up, startled by the wife bursting out of the side door with a backpack in hand. she hurried to the backyard. brought the bag to the shed & tossed it inside. locked it up tight. it was bizarre. she let out a sigh. lit a smoke. caught him watching her. they exchanged a quick, awkward neighborly wave. ever since, he’d been waiting for the right time to check the shed but it never came. now the house has gone up in flames but said shed was still standing. he quickly convinced us that it was time for a lil’ light B&E.