Finish the story begins with: “The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?”
You saw them didn’t you?
He looked frantically round the café. His customers were used to his eccentricities and accepted his outbursts.
He paced from end of the counter to the other. His eyes focused squarely on the topiary across the street.
Occasionally he would check on an order and adjust something on his machine.
But never did his eyes wander.
They’re moving you know he’d say. Yesterday they were a clear inch further back from the road.
I’ve seen the movies he’d say, I’ve seen them come alive and before you know it we are all dead in our beds.
He wiped his brow, as it was obvious he was getting more and more worked up….
That big middle one he’s got it in for me I know, and that little one on the end…gees I don’t know, but I’m sure she’s been winking at me…