I take my coffee out onto the front porch to watch the neighborhood go about its morning.
I don’t know my neighbors’ names, but I know their weekday routine.
The red Volvo full of kids, the bike commuter with the metal clips on his trouser-legs, the old woman across the street feeding the swarm of cats.
Except today she’s late.
The cats wind around the front door, waiting for her to open her screen and set out the paper plates.
I finish my coffee and go inside.
Throughout the day I peer through the front window.
The cats are still there, waiting.
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Yep that is at times the way of the world, great story.
Oooooo
Wondering…..
And really felt like I was there in the neighborhood – almost reminded me of a scene from The Truman Show
–priorhouse
The world continues to turn, no matter what is happening with you.
Dear Josh,
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor, won’t you be mine…I can just imagine the stench. You certainly stepped outside the litter box and did it well. (and himself as well ;) )
Shalom,
Rochelle
Hey, neighbors need to look out for one another. Maybe the old lady has a daughter she doesn’t see much because of all the cats? ;-)
Whatever. ;)
Where could the old woman be? Nice one
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Must be the first time Randy goes first on the FF Squares… Love what you did here.
And yes, there has to be that neighbour looking out for the others…
Oh the intrigue, how could you be impassive so detached, she could have fallen or drowned in the bath. You would have been complicit in her demise … watching from a distance with cold heart and unwilling eyes. Great take I loved it.
Oh, dear. It’s going t smell a lot worse around there in a couple more days.
Poor cat woman, I smell bad news! Brilliantly observed
I don’t see the cats waiting much longer – they’ll be scavenging in everyone’s bins soon. Sinister tale. Well done.
I was there in the neighborhood and felt his worry for the elderly cat lady. It does not bode well. Well-written!
Great observation. Well-told.
The poor elderly woman. How long will it be before someone checks on her or calls the police? Sinister but nicely done tale.