redfishingboat

The street was dark, I wasn’t sure if I had the right house as I rolled up and killed the lights. I got out and crept up the driveway. No lights on, or wait maybe a flicker of television behind the drapes. Was this this place? My sneakers crunching the gravel sounded louder than popcorn. Or gunshots.

A dog barked loudly from behind the gate ten feet in front of me. I froze. Sounded mean. Sounded like it didn’t like strangers. I decided to call.

“Hey I think I’m outside, not sure if it’s the right house.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll be right out.”

Some rustling inside the house. Someone coming up from a basement, maybe. The front door opened. The man came out and I went up to him. He had the merchandise wrapped in foil inside a Ziploc bag.

“All ten for twenty-five right?”

“Yes, you can count them.”

He passed over the packet. I counted them and they were all there. I handed over the cash.

“You know, if you need any other…” he started.

“I’ll get back to you,” I cut him off. “Have a good night, man.”

“You too.”

I crunched back down the driveway. If the dog barked again, I didn’t hear it. Must be the adrenalin. I tensed, certain floodlights were about to be flipped on. Pointing at me. Red and blue lights. Any second now.

But, nothing. Smooth as silk. I made it back to my car, tossed in the packet and vacated the area.

I can’t believe I just scored some Rollei 120 B&W film off Craigslist. Sweet!