Watching The Quiet Street
I took my steaming coffee mug to the front living room window. The quiet street outside contrasted sharply with the absolute chaos I had just orchestrated miles away.
Mrs. Higgins walked her golden retriever slowly down the sidewalk, completely unaware of the drama unfolding.
I took a sip of the hot liquid and leaned my forehead against the cold glass pane. Waiting for the inevitable explosion to finally happen was the hardest part of this entire process.
