The chill was deep and heavy, as she emerged out of her cocoon of blankets she had draped over herself, and moved toward the direction of the commotion not far from her front porch.
Ever since the new neighbors had brought with them three unruly teenagers, and many disturbing toys, the quietness of her weekend retreat was often broken. It did not matter how many polite visits, she or her fellow housemates made upon the threshold of the Millers, or how many times the other neighbors called the police. There was no stopping them, those who did not care for the rest of others, who in their short stay had managed to be topic of many discussions at the corner store. Like a bad virus, they where here to stay, but no one was happy about it.
A screeching, then a short scream, that sounded more of that of little girls, than young boys, followed by a quick curse-filled dash into their home, widen her grin and she nodded at the dark figures that emerged out of the thick shrubs.
The implementation of a cure had begun.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
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