|National Night Out 2012|
The sweltering and oppressive humidity made each step feel like twenty. Sweat dripped down my brow. Gray clouds marred the evening sky. At first, I mingled; I spoke about the neighborhood's lack of vermin, trapping squirrels and large snakes; I discussed the sounds of sirens. With a lull in conversation, I said my goodbyes and headed to the next spot in the community. It was there that I discovered someone I could question about what I'd been dealing with all day: how do I kill someone without it being suspicious.
This was no typical lady-gossip, as one woman, overhearing my question, blared her eyes and cut her gaze to mine. I was in the murdering business and needed my facts to be plausible and straight. Finding such a source, I couldn't risk not asking for the sake of curious ears.
But the thought of cold handcuffs being slapped on my wrists made we flap my arms like a riled up chicken until I got the eavesdropping woman's attention. "Oh no," I said. "I'm an author. I'm not really trying to kill someone."
She visibly relaxed. I could almost imagine elation oozing from her shoulders for her civic duty was negated and the threat of someone calling the police on me was now over.
It only took sixty seconds for my potential conversation to land me in more than hot water. On Wednesday, I learned two valuable lessons. If you're going to talk about murder, have a business card; and, make sure your crowd of listeners know that your crime is only in the name of fiction.
What did you do on National Night Out?