heatherbeck

Pinhole

Added 2020-03-22 00:34:52 +0000 UTC

You waited outside for an hour, but it felt like longer. She was making her daily trip to the vegetable stand down the street, you knew, at some point. She would only be gone for a few minutes; in a neighborhood like hers, not even long enough to need to lock the door.

When she rounded the corner, out of sight, you strolled up to her door, casually as you could, and tried the knob. Just as you thought, unlocked.

You felt uncomfortable in this inner sanctum. You tried your best to see that no sign of you would be left behind, as you scanned the room for a place to plant the tiny, innocuous camera you had just purchased. Someplace where it might not be noticed for days, until the opportunity arose for you to retrieve it. And in the meanwhile... who knew what it would see?

A few moments of searching, as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You knew you were running short on time, and Lord only knew what this mysterious busty woman would think if she walked into her kitchen and saw you standing there...!

A noise outside. The rustling of plastic bags as a voice chatted with a neighbor. You hastily moved toward the first hidden place that seemed reasonable: a utensil basket, peppered with small holes, just above the dishwasher, occupied only by a collection of soup ladels. With any luck, she wouldn’t notice before you returned, later, to remove the only evidence of your intrusion.

You scanned around the space, aware that your entrance could no longer be your exit. She was only moments from re-entering. And, just before the front door opened, the back door closed behind you.