Friday, August 12, 2005

Friday Challenge

Okay, the way this works is, I spot you the opening of a story, and your challenge, should you decide to accept it, is to pick it up and run with it. Ready? Then here's the wind-up, and the pitch:
We closed in the morning and started moving in that afternoon. Our new next-door neighbor, a tall, rangy, gray-haired man, watched us intently from his front porch, but didn't come over to introduce himself until after we'd gotten the piano up the steps and through the front door.

Then he came over, offered me a big grin and a handshake, and said, "Howdy! I'm your new neighbor, Jim Meyers. Welcome to the neighborhood. It's a nice place; I think you'll like it a lot here. But in fairness, I should warn you that my son, Matthew, well..."