It was rumored, Bob Smith, the newest resident of Pleasant Street, was a mobster-turned-state’s-witness.
Attempting to blend in, he traded his Cadillac for a Prius, wore Sansabelt slacks, pastel Polo Shirts and Sperry boat shoes. Upon meeting the neighbors, Bob talked about pleasant things like golf and the weather.
Shortly after move-in day, Vinny’s Fences and Watches showed up with a team of goons who erected an impenetrable wall, neatly enclosing the three-bedroom suburban home on its postage-stamp sized lot while Vinny sold new Rolexes that had “fallen off a truck” out of the back of a windowless panel van.
By Lisa H. Owens
Just 100 Words
100 Word Stories - February, 2022
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