I Am ReadyI'm waiting.I Am Ready4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting in the dark, I wait. I've taken my pills that were dropped in my mailbox. In my lap is the tall, slender doll, a present. My camera lurks in the corner, blink, blink, blinking a devious red light at me, facing the open door. I'm still sketching, even in the dimness of the night. A street lamp's light bleeds into my window. The light flickers.
I go back to sketching. The flickering soon stops and I know He's crossed the street. No matter. He may let me finish my sketch. Although... I look to the walls. My wallpaper is made of my dipictions of Him, one plastered over the other. I wonder idly how many deep they are. I go back to my circle, trying to make it perfect. Too bad I broke my compass, but the point was a perfectly acceptable sharp object.
Did Ms. McCarthy appreciate that?
Well, she had been wondering why I was so odd. She was one of those gossipers, speculating on the business of others. I expect that she doesn't do that anymore. I sigh and erase,