THE ENEMY COMETH
THE ENEMY COMETH The first thing I saw were the ropes. They dangled in front of my front window, gently swaying in the breeze off the lake. And then they tightened as the men at the bottom climbed into their platform and were hoisted up and up and up until they reached the 16 th floor. It was quiet. Not the noise I was dreading. But the silence didn’t last long. I looked out later to see the two men exiting their cart and standing on my balcony. One of them jammed a piece of wood against the... Sign in to see full entry.