Daily Prompt: Good Fences
Who are your neighbors? Are you friends with them, barely say hi, or avoid them altogether? Tell a story — real or invented — about the people on the other side of your wall (or street, or farm, or — you get the point).
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Oh my neighbor I don’t like you
How can I learn how to ditch you
You are the one I would hate to have
For a neighbor if you only knew
I don’t like your loud music, your cats
Don’t like your manners, hope you stew
When will I get to say Good Bye
And leave this place and the ballyhoo
The old Saying, ‘Love Thy Neighbor’ is a difficult one to follow. The neighbors whose house is at the back of ours have a multitude of cats. The cats roam on our back wall and woo each other with their yodeling. They deem it their business to use my car for peeing purposes and the front lawn as their outhouse. If I am not careful I do land my slippers in their poo. I am tired of picking up after them.
Another soul thinks she has a right to the contents of my fridge and pantry. She does have a great number of kids with her. I wonder do they all belong to her? Just thinking……
A kid comes along with a cup.
Do I have sugar?
Do I mind filling up the cup?
Another one comes with a plate in hand for tomatoes. Their mama needs them. So now I am their free grocer.
Another one comes for the iron. Can they borrow it? Why not? I borrow it for time to time. A time comes when I get fed up and get myself a new one. I hope they don’t come to know about its existence otherwise it will cease to be mine.
One neighbor borrowed my sewing machine. The machine forgot its way to my home. I learnt to live without it. One day to my utter amazement it was back and I found it near the front door. Somedays later my husband’s shirt needed repairing. And I realized why it was back. It was broken. I bought myself a new one. I swore my husband to secrecy about it otherwise it would have met the same fate as the old one.
Now that I am a widow, my next door neighbors thinks I need cheering up. So they play their music loud and clear. Probably thinking my ears don’t work anymore. My bric-a-brac dance to their music when it plays and I stuff my ears with ear plugs so that my eardrums won’t rupture.
Another neighbor likes to visit me at odd hours. She comes and goes according to her own sweet will. I may have barely dozed off to sleep when she wakes me with her bell ringing.
Now where can I go to escape them?