Morning all, still stressed but I actually managed to sleep last night so I am actually feeling a little better. But still looking to not think about things I can’t control so to the timers and set them for fifteen minutes.
Fun and slightly creepy. Now at least I will be wondering what is hidden in the pillow case. Not sure if that is good or bad but at least it is sort of under my control.
Friday, February 14th: When she looked away, it disappeared.
When she looked away, it disappeared. She tried to follow the progress out of the corner of her eyes. The creature, if she could call him that, was small. He looked like a wizened old man. Yet Sarah knew if her were to stand next to her he would only come up to her knees.
She decided as she watched him move across the yard that she did not want him to stand next to her.
She knew all about not judging a book by its cover, but there was something about the creature that sent shivers up her spine. Perhaps it was the longer and thinner than expected hands. Maybe it was the grin full of sharpened teeth, or perhaps it was the fact that he was trying so hard not to be seen.
No one else seemed to notice him and for her part, Sarah kept up her end of the conversation so as not to draw attention to the fact that she was seeing him. He was stealthily making his way across the yard. While he looked from side to side, he didn’t bother looking back so Sarah thought her observation went undetected. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t want to be spotted watching him, but like not wanting to get too close to him, it as a feeling.
‘Perhaps it is less of judging a book by its cover and more an identifying a snake by it’s scales,’ she decided. After all she knew that when she saw the markings of a poisonous viper, she didn’t treat it like a green garter snake.
AS she watched from the side of her eyes she saw him wave his long fingers at the lock holding the shed door closed. The lock clicked open and he looked around as the door creaked open.
“And that’s when I told him we needed to make some changes,” Melisa said.
Sarah nodded. “I can see why,” she said trying to look absorbed in Melisa’s tale. As she had a spectacular fight with her long time boyfriend at least once every few weeks it was hard to give it too much interest. Each time they fought it was a blow up and ended with ultimatums being thrown down by both parties. They would each huff about it a few days and then realize they couldn’t live without each other and simultaneously forgive and forget. Until the following month when the cycle began again.
Her feigned interest fooled the little creature and he slipped inside the shed. Sarah waited, still making appropriate comments to prove she was still listening when needed. Melisa needed no more encouragement than a few scattered, mmhumm and ohs to keep going.
Eventually the little man-creature exited the shed . He looked around and saw things were as they had been. He then dragged a small but bulging sack that looked like it started life out as a pillow case from the shed. Sarah was certain she could see blue flowers decorating his sack of loot.
‘Or whatever it is one pilfers from a shed.’ As she didn’t know the owners she had no idea what they kept in their shed. The creature closed the door, locked it, hefted the sack over his shoulder and raced off across the yard. As Melisa continued, Sarah wondered what it was she actually saw.
Ten til Midnight 