This story is connected to yesterday’s post Empty Funeral. They can be read individually and in any order.
He opened the hatch and threw the garbage bag into the container. He looked up on the old house on the end of the road. It was dark. No light in the window on the second floor. Not anymore. The crows were sitting in the tree as always. He felt they were staring at him.
They saw me go up there.
Walking up towards his house, he looked over his shoulder. He had left the front gate open. He was sure he had closed it.
He turned and walked back down. He couldn’t leave it open, there were so much strange things going on these days. Horrible people. People like him… (more)