today and counting
Sunday, May 6, 2012
It was a cool, windy, rainy day in Austin, Texas.
The woman was in her kitchen, sipping coffee and reading her newspaper when the knock came at the front door.
She closed her bathrobe, rose and walked down the long redwood hallway, looked at the closed-circuit display and saw no one.
She frowned a little, checked the chain, then pulled the .32 out of the small table beside the doorway.
"Who is it?"
Nothing.
She looked at the empty surveillance visual again, then used the remote to get views from different angles. The area was empty.
The security system assured her she was alone.
She slipped the deadbolt across quietly, cautiously.
She pulled the door slightly ajar.
No one in sight.
She pushed the door to, unslipped the chain and opened the door quickly.
No one.
She knew enough not to dismiss the incident.
She closed the door firmly, chained it, secured the deadbolt & activated the alarm system.
For the next 15 minutes, she walked the elegant labyrinth of her home.
Still uneasy despite her extravagant caution, she slipped the small gun into her robe pocket.
She walked back to the kitchen.
Her coffee was cold now.
She sighed a little, and carried her mug to the microwave oven.
On the circular tray inside it was her invitation to the end of the world.
It was a cool, windy, rainy day in Austin, Texas.
The woman was in her kitchen, sipping coffee and reading her newspaper when the knock came at the front door.
She closed her bathrobe, rose and walked down the long redwood hallway, looked at the closed-circuit display and saw no one.
She frowned a little, checked the chain, then pulled the .32 out of the small table beside the doorway.
"Who is it?"
Nothing.
She looked at the empty surveillance visual again, then used the remote to get views from different angles. The area was empty.
The security system assured her she was alone.
She slipped the deadbolt across quietly, cautiously.
She pulled the door slightly ajar.
No one in sight.
She pushed the door to, unslipped the chain and opened the door quickly.
No one.
She knew enough not to dismiss the incident.
She closed the door firmly, chained it, secured the deadbolt & activated the alarm system.
For the next 15 minutes, she walked the elegant labyrinth of her home.
Still uneasy despite her extravagant caution, she slipped the small gun into her robe pocket.
She walked back to the kitchen.
Her coffee was cold now.
She sighed a little, and carried her mug to the microwave oven.
On the circular tray inside it was her invitation to the end of the world.