Johnny wound his way through the shrubbery remote in hand. Two clicks off, one click back on. Old guy owner mentioned a dog but he'd be in and out and gone; no muss, no fuss, no police. He had a good nose for these things. '56 World Series signed ball in the den. Couldn't be easier.
Ochre Idyls
Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions