30 Crazy Next-Door Tales That Make It Impossible To Love Thy Neighbor
The Flower Thief
Living in solitude is my dream, away from the chaos others call neighborhood. The woman who lived upstairs during my childhood might be the primary reason. A widow with a lot of sons whose fights would pierce the night, shattering my sleep. But sleep wasn’t the only casualty.
One morning, my beloved blossoms were gone—uprooted by her and replanted, as if by magic, in her yard just a stone’s throw up. It’s hard to believe such small plots of soil could host such significant dramas. But they do, right where I lived under the reign of the flower thief.
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