Mob Caused By Rumor Mill

They come to peek, to point, to laugh and gawk. They stand in the front, staring from my sidewalk. I think what kind of weirdos believe every rumor they hear? I have a feeling most will never call me “my dear”. What are they saying now? I ask my neighbor Miss Mc Narrised. You killed another one, she confides, acting a bit embarrassed. Three husbands missing, one gone just a week or two, mob doth cheer. Give me a break! I roll my eyes; I have only had a few men disappear. Murderer! One yells; she is built like a cow that’s been on a diet. She stirs up the others and they try to cause a full-blown riot. “Break it up!” The patrol officers say, coming by quick and ready. “Shhhh!” I warn whimpering coming from the wall. It’s my latest, Freddy.