The Common Stranger

The sky turned dark from the table

as my eyes snapped towards the window.

This type of light was novel

to me. I could sense a figure on the block

and I decided to click

on a flashlight. I started to bite my nail

as the picture on the wall fell. The nail

had come undone. As I stood up, I saw the table

on the computer click

off the screen. I ran over to the window

to look at the lines. The rain attempted to block

my view. I decided to go back my novel.

At least I had the novel

to nail

myself to the couch, away from the block

where the stranger was. The table

I was at was not far from the window.

They could have seen me. Heard the click

of my flashlight. The crickets continued to click

in the night. The unknown was too novel.

I had to face them and look out the window.

I wouldn’t be able to nail

them in the dark. I went back to the table

and attempted to block

out my fear. I couldn’t block

it out. I began to click

my heels together under the table.

I kept looking over at my novel,

prying my eyes away. I picked up the nail

and threw it at the window

as the window

gave a shudder. My block

was normally safe at night. My nail

was almost invisible. The small click

of the streetlamps. My novel

was still sitting on the table

so I stayed at the table, still glancing at the window

as I continued my novel, my mind breaking away from the block.

Because of that subtle click, I no longer had to sooth my mind with the nail.