The Good Neighbour

October 12, 2016 § Leave a comment

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I ran into her coming out of the house a second time in the same week. Two days ago I told her how sorry I felt about hers and W.’s separation and that if there was anything I could do she shouldn’t hesitate to tell me. This time she immediately asked if we could have a wine together. I said yes, of course.
The other night our troubled neighbour knocked at my door. The one who always forgets to take out the dustbins on garbage collection days. She had trouble at work. She needed someone to talk to

(First published on my Instagram account, here.)

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