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| Front of the house. Snow comes up to 2nd step |
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Don's Narrative: I got up this morning, made my cup o' coffee, and opened the front room drapes to watch the sunrise. He was watching me. There was maliciousness in his intent... I could tell. What did I ever do to him? I didn't cause the temperature to rise... not directly anyway... well, not on purpose or with homicidal forethought. Still he stares in my window, watching my every move. I won't be intimidated. I grab the camera and walk out side and start taking photographs. I creep in closer... trying not to let him sense my horror. The oversized "Lego" blocks that once formed his warm and inviting smile, now form eyes, no... portals into hell... they burn down on me. I look away. I move to one side, then the other... trying to avoid his gaze. Like an old painting in a Vincent Price horror movie, his stare follows me. I take a few more shots... desperately trying to take control of the moment. I fail. I inch away from him, slowly, a little at a time... I will not become hysterical. I will not turn and run (what would the neighbors think?). With each step I come closer to my front door. I fire off a few more shots as I prepare to turn and open the door (that should hold him back). I throw the dead bolt and close the drapes. I read somewhere that the house stays warmer and uses less heat if you keep the drapes closed. It should rain soon... after all this is Seattle... it always rains. I hear the wind howl, as if in response to my thoughts. I don't think I'll turn on the TV... deep down I know that the weatherman is on His side and will only confirm my fears of "continued cold with overcast skies... back to you Phil"... |
