The Small Neighborhood At The End of The Street

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The Small Neighborhood At The End of The Street----Open to new players

Setting: Less than twenty small single-home houses formed a cluster deep down away from the main street. Secluded. Fairly good at peace. No violence or crime. Sex doesn't really happen at the corner of this neighborhood. I am pretty sure they are mostly behind see-through screen doors at the neighbor's house.

Characters: Residents or visitors. Mostly middle class. No extreme life situations. Pretty much close to the norm except some creative twists and turns such as open relationships, swinging etc....)

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Tulip

" I've been living in this small neighborhood for five years now. As far as I can see, most of the neighbors are pleasantly in good terms with one another, except.... except something happened some weeks ago.

There is a couple right next door. A few days ago the wife Jane suddenly wouldn't look at me when I said Hello and gave her a nice smile. I knew it. It was not a big surprise. Nothing serious. It was just that I had been kinda friendly with her husband John.

See... Sheer jealousy without even trying to understand exactly what it is.
I would invite both of them to my house for coffee if she would like to feel how it is to have a good neighbor. "
 
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Michael, 29 year old Male

I just moved here last week. It has been an interesting beginning. Just the other day, there were a couple of the guys from the neighborhood talking on the sidewalk outside of a neighbors house. I decided to go over and introduce myself, and was shocked by how I was greeted. They looked at me as if I was a threat to them. They were cold. I returned to my house wondering if it was a mistake to move here.

As I walked onto my porch after the incident with the men, the woman next door waved and smiled at me. Normally, I would have walked over and introduced myself, but after the interaction I just had with them men, I decided it wasn't a good idea, so, I just waved back and smiled at her.
 
(Third person omniscient)

So Michael is a new neighbor. 29 ? No wonder the men were cold to him. He called it "incident". Gee, must be pretty cold...And he said he was "shocked".

Man, this is a small neighborhood, a cluster of eight houses built close together deep down away from the main street. All residents are owners, not renters. They have a strong sense of big-family privacy. Besides, house owners are more likely much older than 29 year old Michael that doesn't look like a peer .

Yes, life can be cold if one doesn't have enough courage to face it.

There's a lot to experience at this corner of the street end.
 
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I'm Don. Recently widowed. We've lived here for 5 years, but never really got close to any of our neighbors. So how does a 55 year old man start dating again? And wonder what the neighbors will gossip about if I bring a woman home
 
I was extremely excited when I bought my house in this neighborhood. It was a shock to find something as nice as my house in such a small, quiet area. The house did not show up on any real estate listings. I just happened to be lucky enough to be driving around different neighborhoods and ran into the man who was selling the house.

Despite my first interaction with my male neighbors, I am confident that moving to this neighborhood was the right choice. I am going to enjoy being here, and I am certain that the neighbors will come to accept me into this wonderful community.
 
Elliott, Male 60. Married to Betty, Female 59. She's the one in real estate and got us a deal... Well, if you consider that I'll be doing renovations until I retire a deal.

Still it's a quiet and nice neighborhood and we've been here about four years. I tend to work a lot from home but Betty is out - a lot. Not that I'm all that worried about her straying; her interest in sex died several years before we moved in. And to be honest I'd be tickled pink if she was getting something on the side! It would certainly make me feel less - well, guilty - when I'm checking out the ladies of the area.

And jeez, I wouldn't at all say no if Betty was seeing someone and decided one evening that I should join in. No, not at all. Yeah, like that'd happen.

Nice porch on this place, and I like sitting drinking my morning coffee. Wonder what's up with Tulip and Jane? That got frosty all of a sudden. There's John leaving for work and - huh. He's getting the cold shoulder from Jane too. I wonder...
 
(Third person omniscient)

Elliott is out on his porch drinking morning coffee.
The porch. That's what they do.

These townhouses are rather small. Every two units share a common wall in the living room. Right by the porch their cute little flowery front yards also help bring them closer . Most of the neighbors would sit and talk out loud to one another.

Especially Elliott now. He works a lot from home. He is out on his porch more often than most. He sees who goes out at what time and who comes home with whom. Don was wondering what neighbors would 'gossip' about if he brings a woman home. Elliott would see them all for sure. His windows all work like surveillance cameras. Today he is wondering what's up with Tulip and Jane.

Tulip told Jane some weeks ago that Elliott grabbed her ass from behind while she was doing her morning walk last week.

Jane, “ Who was that again?”
Tulip lowered her voice, “Betty's husband.”
Jane, “Oh, it was him.”
 
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I take another sip and let both the warmth and caffeine invigorate me. I see Michael walk out of his place, head towards his car. Nice guy from what I can see; younger than most of the people on the block. I kinda like that really. And I don't think I'm the only one from the glances he's been getting from most of the ladies. Good for him and I give him a surreptitious salute with my mug.

And that's curious. Jane's reaction... And Tulip's discreet smile as she looks at her friend. I think they're friends. They better be if my suspicion is correct - that they share more than a common wall between their places. I wonder if things got physical - between Tulip and John that is. Maybe, maybe just a flirtation that Jane is out of sorts about.

The kind of out of sorts that might lead towards Michael getting a little bit of attention from Jane. I take another sip and smile into my mug. I straighten up and see Tulip looking in my direction. That smile on her face... She didn't yell or slap me when I gave her a friendly pat on her lovely bottom. I wave as a good neighbor should and she smiles back in return.

Well, time to 'head to work'. That long commute from my kitchen to my office - such a killer! A whole flight of stairs.
 
(Tulip)

Elliott has the insight to see through the sharing of more than a common wall.
You think so ? Oh.... Or is it really so ? You are looking at it from outside, the surface, not from the inside of either John or me.

Well, I'll share it from inside out.
I am going to tell you the truth.
The truth is, John and I havn't had a fuck. Not even a kiss or a friendly pat on my ass.

It all began with an innocent big smile about six months ago. That's right, six months of slow burning inside the deep chamber of my heart, and it's still going. On and on. And on.

It was an innocent smile. So simple and so true. It was a sudden burst of my energy. Naturally being in the moment. It has no name. A name would make it adulterated. The best to call it is “the moment”. It was not premeditated for a purpose and did not really come from an “attraction” or 'desire' . It was more of a spontaneous energy from within.

John caught the moment . He witnessed the few seconds of bursting of my energy. His lips parted. Dumbfounded and transfixed. He stared at me without blinking. It was a shock.

During all this time after the incident, the ripples, the tiny little waves are still palpable. Are they noticeable ?
 
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David, early 50s.

I've lived on the corner for 20 years but my travelling and shift work mean I'm only on friendly waving terms with most of the neighbours. The exception is Lucy, across the street, who was just 1 when I moved in. She still lives with her parents and, this summer, she's been a lot flirtier - open blouses, really short shorts and lots of little touches and cheeky smiles.
 
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The day's start is unusually busy, emails and calls with other team members, problems to be sorted, prioritized and assigned. It's late morning by the time things are settled and a fine time to take a break.

Speaking of the time... oh good. Jane usually takes a stroll around now and I might just be able to join her if I hurry.

Outside and it's crisp, a hint of autumn; "Hi Jane" as she comes abreast of my porch.

She must have been lost in her thoughts as her eyebrows furrowed, a bit confused as to where exactly she was. "Oh, hi Elliott" she replies.

"Care for company? A cup of coffee? I'm ready to make some, taking a break."

Jane hesitates, "Oh why not. Sure!" and turns to walk to my place. We chat as I let her in, walk into the kitchen as I make more coffee.

We agree that Don should be dating; perhaps she'll say something to him about it. We both smile over how Lucy has grown and that she seems taken with David. Which leads to Michael and how some of the men appear to be threatened by his youth.

I freshen her cup and decide it's time to pry. Only a little. I mention her coolness towards her friend and her husband and wondered if...?

Her face reddened and small hot tears appeared at the corners of her eyes. She'd seen the chemistry between Tulip and John, it had caught her unawares. She'd felt a wave of jealousy - had allowed it to cool. She was certain John remained faithful to her, and that Tulip wanted to remain her friend. She sniffled and walked to my sink, splashed some cold water on her face, said she was being foolish. I say the usual things one says and she grins then points her finger at me. "Well" her eyes crinkled in a smile. "At least John keeps his hands to himself, not like a certain someone Tulip told me about."

My turn to have one's face redden and have words stumble, figuring out what to say.
 
(3rd person, Omniscient)

Elliott, a good neighbor. He has what it takes to put life together.
It's good for himself first.
As to whether it's good for the neighborhood it would depend on how the
neighbors take it.
 
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Families come, families go. The dynamics change as the years pass by. Only the couple across the street have been here longer than I have, with young Lucy of course. Take the old lady, for instance, she's gone into care now and there's a young man who's moved in. He waved as we passed and I wondered how the neighbourhood would adapt to his arrival.

Lucy's window is open as I arrive home from work. She's practicing the clarinet again, it's such a soothing sound.
 
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Her face reddened and small hot tears appeared at the corners of her eyes. She'd seen the chemistry between Tulip and John, it had caught her unawares. She'd felt a wave of jealousy - had allowed it to cool. She was certain John remained faithful to her, and that Tulip wanted to remain her friend. She sniffled and walked to my sink, splashed some cold water on her face, said she was being foolish.... .

(Tulip)

So Jane showed you her tears. I am glad that she said she was being foolish.
Jealous of the chemistry between John and me ? You know “chemistry” can go 'poof' suddenly and disappears . Why would somebody get jealous of something that can easily go 'poof' ?

Of course, I want to be her friend. I want to be friends with both of them. Isn't it wonderful to be harmonious with neighbors ? Sex or not.

Actually, the point is not about sex or no sex.
I don't know if anybody understands it. I'll leave it here now. If somebody wants to get into it, we'll pick it up later.

Perhaps you would ask John and Jane if they both would accept my invitation for coffee. I will make something sweet to go with it.
And You Elliott are also invited.
 
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Hi. I'm looking for a rental unit in this area; maybe just a room, or a small flat. I have a very quiet, non-barking Chihuahua, and am basically a quiet, normal person. I work at the Le Petite L'Orange restaurant in the evenings and attend Community College for a couple hours in the afternoons. If you have a fenced yard, that would be great. Non-smoking only. ~elena
 
Hi. I'm looking for a rental unit in this area; maybe just a room, or a small flat. I have a very quiet, non-barking Chihuahua, and am basically a quiet, normal person. I work at the Le Petite L'Orange restaurant in the evenings and attend Community College for a couple hours in the afternoons. If you have a fenced yard, that would be great. Non-smoking only. ~elena

You are in luck - my wife Betty does real estate and she knows of one such unit that has a vacancy. Should fit all your particulars - the yard is fenced in and the place was set up as a two flat by the owner. And its pet friendly! She'll have sent the papers over and arrange for you to do a walk through. Welcome to the neighborhood!
 
Hi. I'm looking for a rental unit in this area; maybe just a room, .... ~elena

(Tulip)

I've seen her somewhere. Oh,..I think it was a sex site...Let me see now.....that's right, a sex site !...I watched her talk about “spirituality”. That's right, “spirituality” on a sex site !
Hope she'll lighten up this neighborhood.

But I don't have a room for rent. My guest room is for my guests.

Elliott...Elliott already sees the light.
 
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I stammer - no point in lying, or denying what happened. "Oh. So I'm guessing Tulip said something?" Lame. Of course she said something. I frown then continue. "Yeah, I wasn't thinking and... well. We were talking, she was standing close to me - hell Jane I don't know what else to say!"

She laughs and shakes her head, "Okay - look it's not like I'm going to run and blab about it to Betty." Her face got serious again and she took another swallow of her coffee.

"Look Jane, from what you're saying it just sounds like one of those moments with John. He and Tulip only looked at each other - maybe you guys should talk with her about it? Nicely of course!" Oh boy - advice is not something I'm the best at - just because it makes sense doesn't mean it's the right thing to do sometimes!

A thought came to mind. "Oh and... heck. If you want invite me too. That way all of us can clear the air..." My mouth got in front of my brain. This could become a very - interesting - conversation. Well, in for a penny as they say.
 
(Tulip)

Elliott...Elliott has a quick tongue. He responded 8 minutes after I said something.

His mouth certainly got in front of his brain. I usually go by slower strokes. But can't help it this time.
 
Considering my options. I'd like a room with a view... and nice-looking neighbors; yeah I'm pretty vain that way.
 
(3rd person, Omniscient)

A message found somewhere in the sky:
“what is ultimately fulfilling? I think that is where you need to look as a writer.”

We were born wanting this and that. It's a lifetime addiction, a bottomless abyss.
Pornochic wants “nice-looking neighbors” .
Most of us keep saying what we want without really knowing how to achieve it or we expect others to get it for us. Oftentimes what we want is not attainable or it doesn't even exist at all.

So, “what is ultimately fulfilling?” ?? The answer is that a few residents at this neighborhood are looking at it right here right now.
 
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I like the quiet of the morning. And the first cup of coffee of the day always seems to be the best.

Jane had been noncommittal about meeting with Tulip, we'd chatted a bit more and she left to continue her day. I sent Betty what little information that I had on the pretty girl looking to rent in the neighborhood; she did get a showing of the apartment in over the weekend. I wonder how pornochic found it, as well as us?

Weekends tend to be busy for agents and as usual Betty was out both days so I spent the time in the small yard and puttering around the house. Keeping busy helps.

But quiet mornings are time for reflection. Why exactly did I grab Tulip's bottom that day? More importantly how would I feel if it led to more?

And why was Jane so interested? I barely noticed it at first but there was a smile, almost wistful, almost as if she was hoping... oh nonsense Elliott. Betty will be up soon and running about getting ready for her day. Drink your coffee and get yourself going.
 
(Tulip)
Anybody is welcome to my house for a Thanksgiving dinner. My door will be open between 12 noon and 6 pm .

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(Tulip)

This is my unassuming little townhouse. The porch is where I have coffee and chat with my neighbors on warm days. The wreath is up on the door now for this holiday season. I don't belong to any organized religion. The decorations for my house would be simplistic and meant to be for a more universal taste without heavy religious overtones.

It's nice to hang loose and enjoy some festivities at the end of the year. Work at office, with the man, the boss, puts me on the tight rope throughout the year. Housework is not as bad because it's closer to the natural and more intimate to the self.

I don't see any colors or anything glittering in this neighborhood yet. The neighbors have been actually pretty good at doing decorations every year that attracted many people with children from the bigger neighborhood. It takes a lot to get that kind of attention. Good to have more people around warming up the cold air of the winter.

Anybody is welcome to stop by my house for coffee anytime during the entire holiday season.
 
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