The Neighbour

Genre: Tragedy


The Neighbour


It’s been 2 weeks and 3 days now that I haven’t laid eyes on her; it’s making me feel sad and ever more leaving me with that feeling of desperation. I know that I have lived here just 2 months, but when I saw her eyes – so blue with that wonderous gleam in them, I knew that I wanted to see her, every day if I coud.

I hear her come home 5 o’clock on the dot every day: I try to get to the peep-hole to get a glimpse of her, but I’m always too late. I keep missing her. I lay awake in the evenings in my darkened state thinking how I can see her. No answer comes. I think to myself if she feels the way I do, does she long for me too? All this is pointless, I have no money, I have no job and believe she would never accept me for what I cannot give to her. My mind is sad as I drift off to sleep.

In the middle of the night I hear banging and what sounds like cursing. I go to see what is happening. It is her! I rub my eyes as I look trying to make sense of what she is doing; then I see her lift out of her bag a mobile phone, wondering all the time what the matter is. She is calling a locksmith and then I realise why the curses coming from her mouth was about. I feel helpless, I have no spare key to give her, why would she give it to me anyway, I am just her neighbour. Then it dawns on me; she has no-one to call who may have another key; has she really got nobody in her life that she can call upon to help her get indoors?

My heart starts to beat; what if she is like me? has not many others to call upon the same as I haven’t?

She puts the phone away and leans back against the wall allowing a heavy sigh to part those lips, the lips I have many a time just dreamed of kissing. She has now slid herself down to the floor now waiting for the man to arrive. How long can I stand here peering? Why can I not bring myself to go out to her? I sigh to myself. And then something she does catches my eye – she is looking at my door like she wants some company. I smile and think that maybe she wouldn’t mind me sitting with her.

Fear creeps in. I don’t know what to do. We’ve never spoken properly, only exchanged greetings. Can I, should I? This is all becoming too much to bear so I retreat to the kitchen for coffee to help me think. As I sit I begin to question whether I should try and hold a conversation with the beauty that I have longed to be near. I then ask myself how I would approach her, what my opening line would be; do I sit next to her or do I stand? I cannot find any answers on how to go about talking to her. She may not like what I say, she might not even appreciate my intrusion of her space. I ponder some more.

I go back to the spy-hole to check on her and see her foot tapping impatiently on the ground. Is she doing that because she is bored, that she is fed up on waiting, or that she has no-one to keep her company? I cannot find the answer. I believe that if I went out now I may make her agitation worse. The self berating is starting to begin: Why did I not go to her when she first had this trouble and when she looked with longing right at my door on which I did not act. This is my fault. My one chance to be near her and I’ve blown it. I go back to the sofa and hang my head as I scold myself. 

I then begin to hear her and a male exchanging voices so I rush back to the door to look. I believe it to be the locksmith; until I hear him light-heartedly tell her she is silly for not calling him sooner and her apologetic words back that she did not want to disturb him. So she does have others after all. I watch as they carry on now quite jolly speaking with each other. Then he bends down, mouth on hers, arms wrapping around each other. I feel my breath still, she has a partner. How could I have not known this? My heart is in a vice. He tells her to stop apologizing, that he was only round the corner on the night shift. Then he holds her saying his hours will go back to normal by next week and he’ll be home like clockwork – at 5 o’clock.

I’ve lost. I want to die. I realise what a fool I have been thinking a woman like that I could ever stand a chance with. I make my way into the kitchen again for more caffeine. Something comes to mind and heart: I cannot live here anymore, not now, not now that I am aware she is with a partner. Stupid fool I’ve been. And I decide for the rest of the small hours I am awake I will be leaving in the dawn with my meagre possessions. I don’t know where I will go, but I can no longer stay with the woman who is next door.

I sigh heavily as I sit again in the comfort of the dark.

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Today’s prompt is from’Full Circle Homeschooling’, on ‘Being Neighbourly’ with a twist! Check out the site as well as the prompt here!


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🙂 Hello to everybody that stayed with my blog until I was ready to start writing again…

I had been in hospital back in mid August and had not the most pleasant of experiences, plus 2 months of recuperating that has now got me to 60% juice.

I really appreciate you all didn’t unsubscribe…

And I’ve added a couple of new stories that I hope you will enjoy…

I don’t wish to tempt fate though, however I feel it’s onwards and upwards.

Thanks again everyone 🙂

~Victoria x


My Beautiful Swan

Genre: Romance



Framed Swans

ORIGINAL ARTWORK. ‘Used by Permission’ Copyright- Rochelle Wisoff-Fileds. view here! 


My Beautiful Swan


He makes my heart a flutter.

He steals a kiss when I expect it the least.

I love his hands, so warm and gentle.

His grinning and smiling makes me know I love him.

He teases me so funnily, with his one-liners.

He laughs at my stupidity and say’s it’s okay to be nuts: And for that, I love him even more!

He accepted me from the beginning, grew me, nurtured me, loved me.

Like the male and female Swans in this picture, my mate he is for life.

I know I got the picture prompt wrong… Forgive me.

For sharing this story meant more and worth every word.

Thank you!


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This story prompted by the lovely Rochelle for our Friday Fictioneers. View the prompt and site here

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Bob, Dave and the ‘Find’ of the Century!


Genre: Humour/Humor


A "pay per view" telescope looking out to sea



Bob, Dave and the ‘Find’ of the Century!


After their brush with the law, Bob and Dave decided it was time to leave the south of portsmouth and head north to escape.

They went to Scotland.

“Dave come over here”



“Because, and?”

“I’m sure I’ve just discovered the Loch Ness Monster”

Bob had been peering through the telescope for about an hour, using up all the 10 penny pieces gotten from his and Daves ‘Pay-Phone robbery’ earlier that day.

“Dave, I’m telling you – it is the Nessy Monster”

Pulling himself up and thinking to himself his friend had truly lost his mind, he went to join Bob, if anything, for a quiet life.

“Look straight ahead without moving the lens and you’ll see her”

Dave took to the telescope.

“What the Heck!”

“See! I told you!” Bob beamed, unable to contain his excitement.

“It is ‘She’, the great beast. And it was Us that found her!”

Dave was pale as he pulled away from the lens.

“Bobby-boy, we got to go out there and catch it before anyone else does”

“I’ll man the boat, you get the net”

Dave returned to look.

“We need a flipping harpoon you idiot, not a net!”

With that, Bob and Dave continued on with their thieving ways to steal a boat equipped with all the neccesaties required for their grand mission.

But what they didn’t know, the Loch Ness Monster they were going to hunt?….Was nothing more than finger marks on the lens of the telescope.

Appparently it was a trick the local seamen conjured up. And the two thieves fell for it.

The Moore’s men were sure going to enjoy watching this specatcle!


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*For more on the lovable rogues ‘Bob and Dave’ and their antics, have a read of ‘Boat’ – Watch Out!… This is where their shenanigan’s began! Click on here

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