The visitor

There is never anyone next door. The back yard is overgrown and deserted. The windows of the building never open and their curtains remain drawn, even on a beautiful day like today (not a bad thing, really, for us having dinner on the terrace). I'm not complaining. But I am curious.

But there is sometimes a visitor. It scales the chainlink fence at the back of all these unused lots and hops down into this one.

And when I said, Pss, pss pss, the other day, the visitor approached and looked up at me.

Uh-oh.