I tucked myself into my
apartment, out of sight,
hidden away so that only the
odd duck with the L-shaped
scope who was always just
outside and to the right of
my pair of living room win
dows stood most days
peering into that scope as
if swimming slowly out of
the alleyway onto McAllister.
He never made it out of the
alley. In fact, he never even
passed by either of my living
room windows. For months
he stood there as if regally
swimming through shark-
infested waters, without a
infested waters, without a
care in the world but for
sharks and, perhaps, my
living room windows.
