Day 668: 5 Minute Freewrite: Monday - Prompt: describe the view from your bedroom window

@mariannewest in #freewrite

On the second day of my arrival in Fresno and after moving, carrying and arranging boxes, I fell dead tired on the couch slept hard for a long time. When I woke up it was still dusk – the difference in time zone must have affected me. I went to the balcony of my second-story apartment and looked around. Far on the horizon, I saw the orange haze of the sunset adding the color fringing to birds’ chirping. The complex looked clean and well taken cared off – grass was carefully cut, trees were blossoming, the cars stood accurately under the carport. It was too early for people and I enjoyed some solitude and felt one with nature. Then on another side of the complex, I noticed a man who was carrying some bulky object. Apparently, he was directed toward his car under the carport. When he came closer, I could have a closer look at the carrying object and gasped once recognizing it. He was carrying the body of another man. I quickly bent down. Shit! What if that man, whoever he was a gangster or serial killer noticed me? What should I do? Call the police? What if they will call me to testify in court?

I heard Fresno was not a very safe city, but I didn’t expect anything like that so soon.