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Home Alone

September 9, 2009


I imagined his slits-for-eyes trained on it, greedy and hungry to get a hold of the prize. He waits. Quieting his yammering heart that will surely give him away (as hearts are bound to do). He waits till everyone has left, and has taken their last-minute-forgot-my-purse dash back to the house. Sat still until the last auto roared away, waving their good-byes. “Byeeee Uncle!!”, thin arms flailing.

After all remnants of them had left, he quickly opened the safe and nimbly plucked the gold chain, rings and cell phone. Closed it shut. And sat back down again to sip his afternoon tea. Sighing. Sated.

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