compulsive compartmentalization

The inspiration to write has suddenly come upon me. Unfortunately the inspirtation for subject matter has not. So let’s see where this goes shall we? Your guess is a good as mine.

Three doors up from me there is a two story house, with a four or five foot wooden fence chasing the border of the backyard. In the backyard is a swingset, various outdoor toys, and a short, white-ish dog, or so it seems through the slats in the fence. The yard is well kept, there are two cars in the driveway, and it’s the one house, most visible from where I sit at my computer.

Nothing remarkably unusual about the house. Except I have no idea who lives there. In fact, I never see anyone come or go from the house. On occasion I have heard and seen a child or two run around their backyard. I always assume these are children who are just visiting. Simply because I never see them on a regular basis. I have seen a woman, in the past, standing inside the fence…occasionally talking to her neighbor, but that happens perhaps once every 4 months. I never see cars come or go. Even now the shades are drawn in the middle of the day.

Ever see “The Burb’s”? Maybe there’s a furnace under there. Maybe there are bones.

Maybe the lady has her favorite author upstairs…suffering from extensive injuries, she keeps him in a room, forcing him to write a story…just for her.

Or perhaps she’s set up a internet broadcast, where she daily holds a web-based shopping show. QVC for the black market. Maybe she’s keeping america stocked with cuban cigars.

Maybe she’s making cuban cigars.

Right here in in the USA.

The feds are probably looking for her right now, only they can’t get a warrent. They can’t prove she exists…she’s a shadow, a figment.

Or maybe…a vigilante crime fighter. Perhaps a crime fighter in training…waiting for that one moment of inspiration…she needs…a symbol…something to strike fear into the hearts of criminals…who are by nature a superstiscious, cowardly lot.

Maybe there is no woman. Perhaps it’s just children. Every so often they get on each others shoulders, put on clothes from the big and tall store, and go outside to talk to the neighbor…just to keep everyone from wondering who lives there…while they press on with their black market Home Shopping Network.

All this is possible…and more!

Well, that was fun…and certainly worth your time, no?

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