Thursday, October 28, 2021
Just When You Think It's Safe to Go Out
It's off of our Village's crazy traffic circle (which I incorporated into my novel Small Town Roads because it is the craziest traffic circle I've ever driven in and I moved here from Indianapolis, home of the maniacal traffic circle.) So after I make my way around the corner onto the side street without the blaring of a horn, the screeching of brakes, or someone giving me the friendly Chicago "You're #1" wave, but with a different finger, I can park out front of it or one of the small businesses that are closed and for sale.
Ever seen a house and it just looked CREEPY? This house did. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was the junk around the side yard and junk in the back, the slightly peeling greyish-white paint, and the dark upstairs windows, but it was really bothering me. Plus I felt like something was WATCHING me, and I noticed how dark it was getting and how deserted the street was. I prayed they didn't have some mean junkyard dog back there with all the junk because there was no fence. I got out of my truck, still feeling eyes bore into me. I looked around ready to dash back in the truck if the hound from hell came rushing out of the dark.
Then I saw it - in the window - its eyes GLOWING.
It was a tiny little chihuahua dog wearing a bow.
He was guarding the front window as inside I could see a kids video game on the TV playing in the background to the sound of a lot of giggling.
Sheesh, I'm a scaredy-cat.
Have a wonderful evening, remembering our crazy friends that we so miss, both two and four-legged,