A Helping Hand
Her new neighbours are being rather rowdy. Just as Darlene contemplates going over to tell them to calm down, she hears the door slam. She can’t resist peeking – curiosity killed the cat, after all.
A young woman’s standing outside in the street. She’s pale. Ordinary-looking. She looks like she doesn’t know where she’s supposed to go. She runs a hand through her hair.
Darlene cracks the window slightly open.
“You okay?” she calls out.
The woman looks up, surprised.
“Fine,” she calls back. “Just a tiny argument.”
“You wanna talk about it?”
The woman looks surprised. She shrugs.
Copyright C.R.M. Nilsson 2010
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