"Charlie," it read, the script upon the paper was well rounded and perfectly written.
"When I saw the fire burning from my window, I just had to see it for myself," I paused and looked at the house next door. From the outside, it looked like a normal house, with the siding neatly washed, and a yard that was meticulously cut. The laundry hung out to dry, and the sound of sheets flapping aimlessly in the breeze sounded like a well stoked fire.
'The girl with the eyes," I thought.
I continued to read, as I felt a yearning ache in my stomach; excitement, even longing.
"I want to see more, Charlie. I want to see the biggest fire you have ever made. I want to be there. With you. Together.
"Tonight, I will be watching. You will never be alone again."
It was signed, "Wendy"
A voice from next door startled me.
"TIBBY, get in here this instant. I'll not have you being a peeper,"
It was Mrs. Hamlock. Probably drunk again.
That is when I notice the ebony eyes through the fence as the young girl turned away and scurried back into the house; her PJ's and socks muddied from the dewy grass.
"Quit, gawking, boy!" Mrs. Hamlock shouted, and I started.
"I.. I... I'm not Mrs. Hamlock, I swear, I just..."
"Oh quit your stammerin'," the fat cow turned away and locked the door as she entered.
I frowned and was deeply saddened for Wendy. Funny how I'd never noticed her before today.
Tonight I would be watching for her.