: About Me

There is someone living in the shed at the bottom of the garden. I have been watching for days, every last detail taken into account, ensuring my actions are based on a well thought plan, not just a spurge of impulse. i sit waiting. lowering my head i look through the hole in the fence. Their brave, or oblivious to my intentions, as the door is slightly ajar. I begin to pace up and down, waiting for the seconds to pass, waiting till i can make my move. Suddenly a light beams from the house adjacent and the silhouette of a man appears. strolling down the garden he heads towards the shed. he...