The People Next Door

I can never be sure what the people next door are doing. The cause of the shouting and screaming is left to my imagination. An inexplicable banging continues way into the evening. Once I heard them saw off the leg of one of their boys, well, that is what it sounded like – the screaming. But the following day, I saw both boys running about on all four of their legs. And then there’s the dog . . .

 

summer breeze
the smell of my neighbour’s
dog poo

 

Martha Magenta

The People Next Door

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