Flash Fiction: The New Neighborhood

Flash Fiction: The New Neighborhood

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The neighborhood was eerily quiet, with only a handful of people visible, going about their businesses. I was going to love moving here, I thought to myself. There was even a parking space reserved for me, ah, gone were the days of fighting with the neighbors over “my space, your space”.

A young fair-skinned man, dressed in jeans and a blue shirt hurried towards me, interrupting my thoughts.
“Sorry, for being late”, he said amidst breaths. He introduced himself as Mark, the real-estate agent and offered to help park my car properly while I checked out the house.

I had barely stepped inside the house, thinking what a generous person this Mark was, when the roar of a car driving off, alerted my attention. I hurried to find an empty parking space, my car gone,  no sign of Mark and everyone else going about their businesses.

I was carless and nobody cared. Oh, how I missed my nosey neighborhood.


word count: 159. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge, hosted by Priceless Joy. Thank you very much @Phylor for this week’s image.