Graffiti

I step back and cower behind the dark folds of the dining room curtains, holding my phone at the ready.

Across the road, a group of hooded youths are quickly carrying out their plans.
Just one word with the police and I would bring about a sudden end to their wanton vandalism.

I watch them for a few more seconds, reluctantly admiring their teamwork. Colourful, lively images are transforming the weathered white garage doors, opening them to a whole new dimension. 

I’ve seen enough and step away from the window. 

Switching off my phone, I know I’ve made the right call.