The Neighbor

 

The Neighbor

 

She stood by the window smoking a cigarette, spying on the lazy fat neighbor as he drank a beer by the pool. How could he be that fat? she wondered, pulling a loose thread from her blouse. His backyard was a lazy mess of overgrown grass, crusty old leaves from last fall and throughout the gutters, tall shrubs grew high and sloped when they turned heavy. The shingles on the roof curled and flaked. Though she had never met this man before, she decided that he was a pig. She tossed her cigarette into the toilet, flushed and wondered how on earth she could score a bag. Her unemployment was done and she had already traded her WIC

vouchers for cash. Maybe she would introduce herself and strike a deal.

I wrote this on Facebook one morning (back before it was huge). I used to generate my thoughts out loud there or unleash some measure of creativity as well. These Facebook times were the best-- I had an innocent devil-may-care-approach to it all.

July 7th, 2011 10:38 am.