Newest Neighborhoods

Fiction By Erin // 7/14/2010

 

All the houses are the same.
            I stand at the end of the street, the pavement reflecting the heat of the sun straight back up at my face. I wipe the beads of sweat off of my forehead. I see three neighbors mowing their pristine lawns. The houses in which they live are in a row, and their identicalness disturbs me.
            As I move over to the side walk, I see waves of heat hanging in mid air like waves of water. Only they are a good deal hotter. I smile grimly at my own joke. The sidewalk pavement is white, the worst kind. I wipe sweat off of my lip with my shirt collar.
            I pass all of the identical houses, and at each one there is a woman out sweeping the porch. All of them wear over-tight capris and a tucked in tank top. Each of them stops their sweeping and smile and wave at me. I don’t look at them, and just hurry past quickly.
            I pass the mowing men. I notice that none of them are sweating. I break into a run. I don’t see anything else but the stop sign at the end of the street. I can feel my shirt sticking wetly to my back, and my legs are cramping, and I have a stitch in my side, but I ignore them all. Getting off the street is all that matters right now.
            At long last, I reach the stop sign. Its green sign at the top says that the name of this street is Petunia Garden Court. The next one is called Roseberry Avenue. I catch my breath for a few moments, clutching the painful stitch in my side. I glance nervously around me. I hear a single call from behind me-a sweeping woman-saying “Goodbye, Newcomer!” and I run down Roseberry.
            Please, please don’t be another one, I think as I run, gasping for breath. In a matter of moments I am around the curve and at the end of another street.
            All the houses are the same.

Comments

oh, suburbia

that is exactly how I feel fassing through one of those places. You have captured its creepiness well. :)

Hannah W. | Thu, 07/15/2010

"Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? / I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk along the beach." ~TS Eliot

I live there...not very

I live there...not very exciting, but you really do get used to it...

I like your descriptions--well done.

Annabel | Thu, 07/15/2010

Thanks :) I live in an older

Thanks :) I live in an older neighborhood with lots of trees and birds and squirrels and things of that nature, but there's a new neighborhood right outside mine that's just like the one I wrote about. You walk over and all the birds stop singing. It's disturbing!

Erin | Thu, 07/15/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

wow this is awesome Erin!!

wow this is awesome Erin!! This reminds me of one time when me and a couple of my friends were driving across the streat in their go-cart (I think that's what they're called?) We were dropping someone off who had just moved in... it was so creepy!!!! The houses were huge, there was no grass, no trees and on the other side of the fence; there was just flat, lifeless dirt!!! Crrrreeeeeepyyyyyyyy!!!!! good job O-o !!!

Tayme | Mon, 07/19/2010

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