A story I wrote for a flash fiction competition following a conversation about how we can pass the time of day with someone - at work, in the pub, on the street - but really know very little about them.
Neighbours
Neighbours
She was a cheerful little woman, brisk, with a smile for everyone. She walked
her dog through the woods every day and was always up for a chat in the post office.
Once, after the dog died, she told me that she still took the lead for a walk every day. I thought she was joking.
The man who found her said you wouldn't think a dog lead could take so much weight.
