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The New Neighbors

Flash Fiction

The New Neighbors

May 17, 2017 /Posted byJennie Lyne Hiott / 1715 / 0

I entered the room. Following my new friend. The other neighbors had already made up their mind about the new family. Nosey housewives were sure they had something to hide. Their belongings were packed too well. They didn’t lay eyes on a single possession taken into the home. Not even the furniture and they’d moved in at midnight. Who moves in at midnight?
Gia seemed normal enough. A bit goth, but normal as any other girl my age.
“There’s my Snot.” Gia picked up the black cat from the cat condo the minute she stepped into her home. She introduced him to me. “We’ve had him for years.”
“Are you sure?” He still looked like a kitten to me. I’ve never seen anything like that thing. It’s eyes were bigger than his head and when she put him down, he strolled across the foyer with a bubble coming out his nose and trail of green mucus behind him.
“He’s been sick all his life. Sinus problems.”
“Poor thing.”
“Mom’s in the kitchen. Probably making lattes. Do you want one?”
“Sure.”
The kitchen was dark. Lit only by candles. Was the electric broken?
“Um … cool picture. I’m a scorpio too.” I commented on the zodiac sign poster that reached from floor to ceiling.
“I know dear.” An older version of Gia stepped out of the shadows. Barely older. She couldn’t be the mom. Maybe a sister. In her early twenties.
“Hi mom.”
“And how was school?” The lady screwed up her nose and handed us both a latte. A green latte in a golden chalice.
“This is a latte?”
“My own brew.” The lady insisted. “For Scorpios. To preserve out powers and maintain our youth.”
“I think I should go home.” I backed out of there slowly, setting the chalice on the black clothed table.

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