Putting My Feet In The Dirt March Prompt#2 Dangling Modifiers
They are the Quiet Neighbors and they live at the end of an unmarked road, just outside of town.
Her children are not cute, in the way most children naturally are
her back is crooked like her spidery smile
she has a husband, she’s had about three , sad to say they all end up dying
at the river down the road from where they live.
They have a dog named Boo and cat named Eggie and they sit at the mailbox
and watch the cars go by with their unblinking, milky bluish white eyes.
Sometimes the dog barks and sometimes it growls and the cat will slowly open it’s
mouth and hiss and spit silently in your direction if you catch it’s eye when you drive
or walk by.
The Quiet Neighbors are not easy to look at and they are very hard to like.
Their voices sound like rusty nails that roll around inside of a tin can on a rotten
wooden shelf when something or someone lands with a thud on the floor above.
Why was that house of theirs still standing, you might wonder because
the roof is was sagging and all of the cracked windows are hung with dusty
yellow curtains and the front door always seems to be open and you could hear the
screen door banging open and closed at all hours.
That family is odd and so are their pets.
Their house is a nightmare that tries to scream itself awake every night
but here in town we are fine with where the house stands
just as it is, just as they are
because if you look at the Quiet Neighbors who live just outside of town…
you won’t bother to look at their neighbors who live inside of it.