The new neighbours seem nice.
They moved from Chelmsford. Big inheritance payout on her mum’s side. Small family, no siblings.
She’s got one of those dogs that don’t walk. The type that peek out of a handbag, and he’s got a job in London. Finance, or insurance; something to do with computers.
They’re really into their fitness. I hear them banging and panting away at all hours. Must be weightlifting or one of those Peloton thingies.
Pauline said they’re vegan.
Very sociable. I see them talking to everyone. Always on the phone.
We’ll catch up eventually, I’m sure we will.
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Written as part of Friday Fictioneers. Read more stories based on the prompt (this week submitted by David Stewart) over at this link.

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