December 26, 2017

I was walking around the neighborhood with a shopping dolly when I passed by someone’s garden. I walked up to the metal gate and touched the round doorknob. It felt loose so I pushed it in and the alarm went off. Through the windows I could see the residents waking up in a panic, talking loudly about how the alarm never went off. I quickly slid away from the scene, but I was afraid I had already caught the attention of the person watering the flowers.

I overheard that not only security was called, but the bomb squad had been as well. I was wondering whether I should stick around and see what happens or go home to get changed.

The woman kneeling in the middle of the street either had a hole under her collarbones or was wearing an outfit with unconventional pocket placement. She was stuffing wine bottles into what looked like her rib cage.