fragments from suburbia

Most of my neighbours are staying home. They’re fighting with their loved ones and they’re bonding with their loved ones. They talk, laugh, shriek and bellow. I hear fragments of their frustration and their delight. I overhear most of these conversations when I’m hanging washing.

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Snippets from this week:

Male, yelling: You need to help me here. I need your help!

Female, in a cheery voice: Let’s look at Scrabble, hey?

Female, shouting: I’ve been folding for this family for 17 years!

Small boy next door, playing soccer with his mum: Okay my lovely mummy!

Female, screeching: How hard is it to clear your plate?

Actually, that last one was me.

Hope you’re all keeping well and relatively sane. xx

 

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10 responses to “fragments from suburbia

  1. You make me laugh, Fiona. Stay safe, lovely, and keep writing!

  2. I’d like to see all of this dialogue worked into your next short story, please Fiona.

  3. Love the snippets, Fiona. Stay safe.

  4. HA ha ha. I was the I’ve been folding for this family for 17 (except make that 24) years! Great post honey. Lots of love and a big hug from here xx

  5. Love this, so of-the-moment. Mostly I just hear my neighbour’s meditation recording. INHALE. EXHALE. INHALE. etc.
    xx

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