As she dumps me, she says she hopes it won’t be awkward if we bump into each other sometime, but what she doesn’t know is that “sometime” is nightly, and that my twelve hidden cameras and GPS trackers all over town are always hard at work.

I nod and say“I totally agree” when she gives me the same speech they all give. I zone out for a bit as I mentally go through a growing checklist of the surveillance devices I need to review tonight.

So many exes to monitor. I doubt any of them appreciate it.

It’s almost demoralizing.



Prompt: Stay in touch