Pushing her boney fingers through curtains, her greedy eyes shift to and fro.
“New neighbors,” She cackles, “How delicious. More drama. Better than T.V.”
She stirs her tea riveted to the window as they bring life into the home. Sofa, kitchen table, beds on display. At once envious and disdainful, the woman sees the couple pause to peck at lips.
They smile and the woman frowns.
“Crows,” She thinks, “Just like crows. Peck, Peck.”
She watches for hours until the sun begins its death on the horizon. Darkness falls. The woman abandons her vigil to retreat to the kitchen. Putting a pot on the stove to boil, she rubs her hands together in anticipation.
“This shall be the best stew yet.” She begins to put herbs in the water. “Best get to it” She grabs her sharpest kitchen knife.
The neighbors appear to sleep. No lights are on as she creeps. The door is no problem for her skills. She has done this many times before. She walks on the lightest feet, not making a sound. To her right she hears something in the kitchen, something familiar. Boiling water.
“Welcome to dinner,” She hears them say, “You look tasty.”
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