Jane and I were reading for almost an hour when the motion light flicked on. Our eyes met as a distinct eeriness fell upon us.
“Do you think it’s Stone?” Jane whispered.
I doubted it. It seemed odd for Stone to be wandering in my backyard this late without telling me. “I don’t think so,” I replied.
Slowly, I rose and walked toward the kitchen’s light switch. My foot fell asleep, causing me to stumble a little. Behind me, Jane closed the laptop shut, as I flipped it off. Darkness consumed us, along with an unsettling stillness. Jane’s silhouette stood up. Two windows above the sink overlooked the backyard. The outline of the shed was visible. We stared, waiting for the trespasser to cross into the well-lit section or just beyond the light’s edge.
A few minutes later, the spotlight turne
