See Something, Say Something? Maybe Not So Much
Janey – ‘Good morning, this is Janey. How can I help you?’ (Operator at the local non-emergency police department.
Me – ‘ Janey, this is Tess over at 1234 Lavender Lane. Um, I, uh, I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just say it. There is a guy sitting in a white car, on my street. He has been there for about two hours now. The license plate number is XXX-XXXX.”
Janey – ‘Tess, you are between Rose Street and Lilac Avenue, correct?
Me – ‘Yep.’
…. Dead silence…. I can hear static
Janey – ‘Tess, I am going to put you on hold.’
Janey – ‘Tess, the guy sitting in the car is police officer. Can you please forget the license plate number? Actually, please just forget that he is even out there.’
Me – ‘Sure. Yep. OK’
The Sock Dance
Here we are … I pin him against the back of the sofa, no small feat as he out-weighs me by fifty plus pounds. I wrap one arm around his neck. I look deeply into his beautiful brown eyes …
… and I reach my other hand into his giant bloodhound mouth and rescue yet another one my socks.
The taste of whisky on his breath made her knees weak as their lips met for the first time.
12 years, 3 children, a mortgage, and all that goes with it …
The smell of whiskey on his breath made her stomach roil as she walked out the door for the last time.