In response to The Daily Post’s weekly writing challenge: “Overheard.”
Standing still, holding my breath, hanging on every word that slips from their lips…
Feeling like a dirty, innocent, nosey sneak who stumbled on some fascinating secrets that I couldn’t resist. I’m not bad. I can’t help that my hearing is so good.
The juicy tidbits of someone else’s business simply happened to catch my attention. Whose fault is that? Why should I feel ashamed?
Any place is good for eavesdropping, if you know how to eavesdrop.
Loud neighbors, excitement from the streets, gossiping co-workers who refuse to tap into their cubicle voice, fellow train riders who never connected with their inner voice…
How can I resist? There’s no way to turn off my hearing. I’m a victim of the Eavesdropping Bug.
At times my ears over attacked by their loud conversations. Who do I call for salvation?
Until I can get a decent answer, I guess I’m trapped being a dirty, innocent, nosey sneak.