The Playground
Adventure
by Kenneth
James Crist
I have been watching my
neighbor. He got my attention because he’s a fucking creep. I watch him hanging
around the playground. Not hard to do, it’s right next to my house. Whenever
there are cute little girls there, that’s when he walks that ratty little dog.
Gets the kids to talk to him because of the dog. I know what he’s doing. He’s
made a selection. She’s a little towhead and she’s about eight. Yesterday, he
walked her partway home. Not all the way, no, that wouldn’t do. Mummy or Daddy
might realize something’s wrong.
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This morning the police were
over at her house. In short order, a second cop car, then a third. Cops walking
the park, walking the neighborhood. Now, they have brought out the dogs. When
they canvassed the neighborhood, I didn’t answer the door. I will take care of
this my own way, after the cops have all left and moved on to the next call.
Tonight, after it’s good and dark, my Glock and I will take a walk. I doubt
he’s killed her yet, he hasn’t had time to enjoy her. I’m 81. What’s to lose?