Watching

Boston Literary Magazine Spring 2014

 

The watchers are watching the watchers. I watch them from my bedroom window and name them. Alpha watchers are being watched by Bravo watchers. I don’t see anyone else watching Bravo so I must be the Charlie watcher.

 

That means there’s a Delta watcher likely watching me. Why? How could they have possibly have found out?

 

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