04 January 2014
The prompts are:
1. She peered through the hole in the fence.
2. That explains a lot.
3. Miles and miles of memories
Marley leaned forward, over the rose bush and put her left eye up to the board. She peered through the hole in the fence into Theagarajan’s back yard. Mr. Theagarajan had moved in next door about a month ago. He was friendly enough but not very outgoing. The eight foot high redwood fence was the first thing he built. The boards pressed so closely together than Marley thought they might actually be watertight.
Once the fence was up the construction continued but now, no one could see what he was building . Sometimes at night a flickering light would reflect off the trees. Occasionally there would be some metallic hammering sounds, like two pipes being knocked together. Saws and other power tools were in frequent use.
Marley noticed the hole where the knot in the board had opened up about a week ago. The hole was small, maybe 15mm in diameter, about halfway up the board, right behind her rose bush. She didn’t want to be the nosy neighbor so she had refrained from looking into Theagarajan’s yard but, then she had spotted him on his roof. He had a flashlight and appeared to be signaling to someone, or something. He had been up there for the better part of an hour, unmoving, flashing his light into the sky. Marley’s curiosity was piqued.
She began quizzing the neighbors about Theagarajan. Betty seemed to know the most. She lived directly across the street from him. She said he gets a lot of mail. Lots of catalogues but, she couldn’t say what kinds. Betty told Marley that Theagarajan had been the subject of discussion at the salon last week. She said that she heard that he had owned an import/export business in Malaysia before he moved here and that he had an ex-wife living in Show Low, Arizona.
Mr. Wilson, who lived on the other side of Theagarajan and worked at the hardware store, told Marley that he had bought a lot of poisons and fertilizers.
Marley scanned her neighbor’s yard through the hole in the fence. Then she saw the platform built low and close to the rhododendron.
Time is up. Put down your writing implements and step away from the paper.