September 12, 2010

I approached from behind while he stood engrossed in the monument. I skirted him in the dark and climbed the ladder to the top of the structure, then looked down at his head.

“Oh, hello,” he said. “I thought I heard someone jingling around me.”

The belly dancing scarves made me a poor stalker.

“I hope I didn’t startle you,” I said.

“Not at all,” he said. “You’re just in time to hear my sentence.”

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