I've got a novel in my head. When I took the garbage out Sunday night, I realized how badly Al needed to trim his azaleas. And how quiet the street was. And that I wasn't appropriately dressed--long sleeve tee (ECU) and a pair of Al's silk boxers I swiped from him. And... I had on fuzzy socks with flip flops. It was hard to keep them on my feet.
I thought how I could easily be abducted and not one person would know. How would that effect the neighbors? Al's street dead ends ...and there are only 6 houses on each side of the street.
Since I couldn't get online yesterday and I had a minor work load, I let the story steal me away.
The first Chapter is in my Sher Writes blog. The link is on the right.