2485. Dead end street

Wilma had just moved house. She moved into an old house on a dead-end street; a sort of cul-de-sac with a turnaround area at one end.

Counting Wilma’s there were four occupied houses on the street and one unoccupied. There were three empty sections without buildings. These were unkempt. They were overgrown; not that some of the occupied houses weren’t overgrown as well. Pride in ones abode was not a strong characteristic of this little cul-de-sac.

A few weeks after arriving on the street, Wilma thought she would organize a function. She put an invitation through the mail slot of each front door. A cup of tea or coffee and a nibble or two!

No one came from the drug den. No one came from the brothel. No one came from the gang headquarters. Ms Heffernan came, and she was roaring drunk. Someone else came on their own; a young chap. Wilma wasn’t sure which house he belonged to. Not to worry; he was someone to talk to. He was very pleasant, and asked Wilma all sorts of questions about the house she had just moved into and the place from where she had lived previously. In fact he was so pleasant and interested that Wilma showed him around her new home.

The following Wednesday Wilma returned home from grocery shopping and her whole place had been stripped bare. Not a vestige of a possession remained.

No one on the street knew a thing, not even the nice young man she had kindly shown around the house.

18 thoughts on “2485. Dead end street

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I once invited a stranger in who was asking for someone in the house and when I came back to say I couldn’t find the person the visitor was in the grocery kitty in the pantry helping himself!

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        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          New Zealand has never been that keen on guns – only rifles for hunting that must be kept under lock and key in a specially built cupboard. I’ve never seen a hand gun in my life – only in movies!

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  1. Nitin Lalit

    Such a nice young man. Why bother the poor fellow with her troubles? I’m guessing it was someone from the brothel or aliens. Anyone other than the nice young man.



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