Spring was in the air. A gentle breeze had set the tender green buds to trembling. A shudder of delight rippled across my skin and ruffled my hair. I breathed in the sweet perfume of newly opened flowers, an intoxicating scent that left me giddy with anticipation.
Shimmering hummingbirds buzzed past my head, intent on feasting on the sugar-water in the glass feeders I had hung in the trees. The scene was idyllic and I sighed with contentment.
From my lounge chair, I watched you crawling around the roof of my neighbor’s house. It was easy enough to recommend the contractor where you were working. I knew you’d be watching me too, a pretty girl in a little bikini sunning in her backyard. I also knew you wouldn’t recognize me. Jenny Craig and I saw to that.
The hard part was staging an accident that didn’t raise suspicions. The hummingbirds’ droning gave me the idea. Radio Shack gave me the means. Did you know those little ‘copters are equipped with cameras now? That will be some must see TV.
I was considerate enough to call 911 when I saw you catching air, and fall from the second story roof ridge. I want to believe that before you hit the ground, your life flashed before your eyes, and you remembered me.