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.