Instead of Robert’s ghostly whistling she heard loud builders’ voices, and instead of Robert’s pipe, she smelled the builders’ roll-ups whenever they had a cigarette break. She prayed for a quick finish and cursed when it went on past Christmas and into the New Year. Maurice the ghost cat stayed with her throughout the noisy experience, jumping from the bed every morning and peering out of the front window at her when she locked the car door after a day’s work and long drive home. Kay wondered if the builders had met the ghosts next door.
Finally, the last van disappeared up the road, and Kay heaved a sigh of relief. She leaned back in her armchair with a cup of tea in her hand, Muffin happily purring on her lap, and Maurice on the sofa. Peace was restored. Or so she thought.
When she opened the front door the next morning, a huge removal van was blocking her car in the small drive in front of her house, and burly men were carrying furniture and appliances into next door. She asked them as politely as possible through gritted teeth to move so that she could leave for work, but they ignored her and made her late. She had never been late in the whole of her working life! All day, she wondered what the new owners were like: would they be friendly, were they noisy, and did they have kids?
The traffic that evening was horrendous, with queues on the main road due to an accident, and she had to stop for petrol, so it was dark before she arrived home. There were lights on next door. A blonde woman in her thirties was hanging curtains in the front window. She looked friendly and Kay would have given her a wave if, on approaching her front door, she hadn’t seen Robert and the little old lady staring at her from her own front window. She fumbled with the key, it would not turn in the lock, and then she realised it was the backdoor key she held in her hand.
We’ve all been close, KIm – you bring this to life very well – skilful and vivid prose used here in a confident way, me thinks…
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Thank you, Scott. More episodes to follow.
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Yes, this account of new neighbours sounds so real. I am pleased there is more to come.
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Thank you, Robin.
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More more!!!
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😊
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Oh, I love this new development!
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😊
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I’m hooked.
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There are a few more episodes to come. 😊
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Good.
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The title itself, Next Door’s Ghosts, is full of intrigue. I hope one day I’ll get to read all the episodes. 🙂
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I hope you do, Khaya. There are a few more to come!
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Look who’s coming to dinner. Love the “back door” reference.
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Thanks Colleen!
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I’m usually all excitement when I’m waiting for a character to realize something I’ve already figured out. The suspense is exhilarating. But for some reason, I’m anxious about what will happen next in this one. All right, señora Kim, bring it on! I will try to hold on to my nerves. 🙂
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Oh, dear, I hope the new neighbor doesn’t feel snubbed. She had no idea Kay had “others” waiting for her. I so look forward to hearing more. I would say “reading” more, but it feels like I’m being told a story.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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And then…
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The title is intriguing, and you’ve an obvious skill in drawing us in. When it’s finished, I want to read it all at once!
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Ah, thank you, Bev!
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I missed last week so I am heading back to see what I missed–cheers!
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More to follow!
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Oh, those darn ghosts. Love the story and looking forward to more.
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Thank you, Susie!
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