Neighbourhood Watch - Primeval Drabble
It was Peter from downstairs again.
Jess opened her door warily, wondering what it was this time. Last week he had been out of sugar. The week before he’d ‘accidentally’ opened her post. Two days ago he’d asked for a date.
“Hi!”
Ugh, he had spinach on his teeth.
“I’m recruiting for neighbourhood watch. Meetings in my flat.”
Creepy. She’d been right to ask for help.
Becker stood beside her, posing with his shotgun.
Peter’s mouth opened and closed.
“Jess has private security,” Becker told him, closing the door.
“He’ll just wait for you to leave.”
Becker smiled. “Who’s leaving?”
Jess opened her door warily, wondering what it was this time. Last week he had been out of sugar. The week before he’d ‘accidentally’ opened her post. Two days ago he’d asked for a date.
“Hi!”
Ugh, he had spinach on his teeth.
“I’m recruiting for neighbourhood watch. Meetings in my flat.”
Creepy. She’d been right to ask for help.
Becker stood beside her, posing with his shotgun.
Peter’s mouth opened and closed.
“Jess has private security,” Becker told him, closing the door.
“He’ll just wait for you to leave.”
Becker smiled. “Who’s leaving?”