peeking

Later... Sitting in the living room, talking with my wife while our daughter plays . . . I see someone peek around the corner of the entry leading into the dining room, a brief flash like someone pokes their head out for a quick look and then ducked back behind the wall when I looked in their direction. Still cheating… Continue reading peeking

doing the dishes

...and as I turn to put a glass in the cupboard I startle and flinch backwards from the dark figure standing right at my left shoulder.  Vague impressions . . . someone looking into my face . . . a male presence about my height but larger, heavy-set almost . . . broad head, the bare suggestion of something there… Continue reading doing the dishes