Flash fiction or poetry? I don't know. 152 words
Nobody notices the woman and her schnauzers as they shuffle along the street
or the man with the backpack lingering too long.
Nobody minds if you take the shortcut down the alley behind the majestic, stone homes
or mount a trashcan and peer into the yards where swimming pools darkle in the night.
Nobody mentions the back gate left open
or the shadow at the door.
Nobody calls at the rasp of the knife blade along the thin metal screen
or the groan of a window rising in its frame.
Nobody smells the sharp bite of ammonia in the mudroom where the cat-box is kept
or the tick of the clock in the picture-lined hall.
Nobody hears the woman's voice on the phone upstairs
or his breath in the shadows beside the door
soft, soft, soft.
Nobody will know her.
Nobody will care.
Nobody will be here for a very long time.