The Neighbor

There was a loud crash outside and I ran to see what happened. At the corner is a mangled mess of metal. I see the neighbor’s car, the one that their teenage son drives. I reach for my phone, dial 911 and go outside to see if I can help.

I reach the car, recognizing Sam through the blood on his face. I realize he is unconscious and try to find a pulse. Another neighbor walks up looking in the window and asks, “Is he ok?”

“There seems to be a strong pulse still.”

We both walk to the other car and look inside. A middle age man lay slumped over the steering wheel. My neighbor asks, “Can you hear me?”

He moves his head slightly and lets out a moan. “I tried to hit the brakes but he was so close.” the man said.

Just then someone let out a scream. It was Sam’s mom running towards the cars. “Sam, are you alright?”

I approached Sam and his mother and reminded her not to move him. Just then an ambulance turned the corner. I put my arm around her and pulling her back said, “Let them do their job.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – neighbor

The Outdoor Rules

Johnny and Mark were playing catch in the yard. Mark had signed up for little league and was hoping to be the team pitcher. When Johnny missed the ball they cringed, hoping it would not go into the neighbor’s yard.

Sure enough Mr. Paulson swung open his front door and hollered at the two boys, “You better not be coming onto my lawn! Don’t want no kids ruining my lawn!”

Mr. Paulson had turned into quite a cur the last few years. The boys both replied as Johnny stopped the ball just shy of the yard, “We won’t Mr. Paulson.”