The Lizard Drops
Ch 2: Lights
Ash snaps his fingers, telling Sir to sit and be quiet. Like every good dog, Sir does what he’s told. But what about a good man, what does he do? Ash wonders. Why am I going out there? He doesn’t know the answers to his questions. But he knows one thing. He’s not going anywhere, unarmed.
He grabs a dandelion weeder, the only thing on the patio besides a few chairs and pots, and heads out to the front yard. The motion sensing light’s wide awake. So, it’s easy to see what caused the noise earlier. The trash bins have been knocked over, every single one. The street’s littered with them.
Picking up his bin, Ash mumbles aloud, “What the f — ” His front door closes and cuts him short. Slowly he turns, facing his house. Peering into the darkness, he can’t see anything. The porch light’s inexplicably off. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flame flicker, a puff of smoke, and something step into the light.
Ash turns, tightens his grip on the weeder. “Hey Ash, sorry didn’t mean to surprise you,” Tom exhales into the night air. “Oh no…I thought I heard…I just came out here….” Ash points to the fallen trash bins and says, “Hey did you hear anything?”
“Just the bins falling. Same thing happened two streets over recently. They think it’s kids joyriding around,” he laughs as he continues, “probably in an electric car. They’re real quiet.” He stubs his cigarette butt out, before waving good night. “If you’re gonna weed, at least, turn on your porch lights.”
“But I left them on…” Ash mutters as he stares in the darkness. He can’t see anything, but he hears something. The porch floods with light as the bulbs flick on. Ash squints to focus, using his free hand to block some of the glare. Unblinking, something stares back at him. It’s Sir.
“Sir?! How did you get out here?” Instinctually, Ash moves closer and Sir stands, ears down, teeth bared. Ash stops cold and snaps his fingers. Sir doesn’t budge. “Hey. Sit.” Ash snaps again. Sir cocks his head askew, like he’s confused. “Sir, sit.” But Sir snaps back instead and runs down the street.
Ash spins around, lets the weeder fall, and runs after him. At the end of the block, Ash turns hoping Sir doubles back to the house. He hears the familiar sound of falling trash bins in the distance and turns back towards the dark street. Torn, he looks back at the house one more time, and the lights go off.
1) I do have said weeder and it’s currently on my patio, but the weeds have won.
2) We’re at the halfway point. There’s only one or two more polls before the wrap up.
3) In case you missed it, here’s Sir’s debut at Chic Prune.
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