It’s been a while since I have felt like writing anything, so I made myself do a writing prompt tonight. It’s not much — very simple — but also greatly needed.
Your main character is home alone, as usual. This time, however, a new neighbor pays them a visit.
Jillian Matthews sat at her desk staring at the blank screen before her. A dream had delivered to her the perfect scene for the chapter she was writing, but she could not remember it. All she had scribbled it her dream journal upon waking was “she eats him” before falling back to sleep.The idea was evading her. The morning light streaming in was dangerously close to telling her that it was 8:30 am — she had been sitting at her desk since 6 o’clock.
A knock on the door jars her out of her trance. Dingo, her Australian Shepard, sprang into action and was at the door barking fiercely. Jillian walked over to her protector and stroked his fur, but it would not lie down. Dingo remained hunched over in an intimidating stance, teeth bared. “Come on buddy. It’s probably just Fed Ex delivering my books.” Another rapping deflected her attention from her snarling friend and she went to the door. Looking out the peep hole, she saw a man in a plaid shirt and a Braves ball cap and recognized him as the man with the moving truck the day before. Still in her pajamas, she cracked open the door and peaked around it.
“Sorry to bother you ma’am, but my name is Mitch. I just moved into the next house over.”
Jillian found herself staring into his clear blue eyes and blushing. “Yes. I saw you with the U-haul yesterday. I’m sorry. I would open the door more, but…”
“Oh, again, I’m sorry to bother you. I was wondering if I could borrow some sugar for my coffee. I just can’t find mine anywhere in all the boxes. I’m just not myself without my morning coffee, but I won’t make a pest of myself. Enjoy your morning.”
“Hold on… If you don’t mind waiting for a moment, let me get decent…”
“Well, of course. I’d be very thankful.”
“No problem. I’ll be right back.” Jillian closed the door and brushed past Dingo, who was still growling lowly. She threw on her jeans and a tee shirt and went back to meet Mitch at the door. “Why don’t you come in?” Dingo protested, lunging forward, but Jillian simply snapped her fingers and he laid down on the floor. “You’ll have to forgive him. He’s just really protective.”
“It’s the breed, ma’am. They usually take to only one person.”
“You don’t have to keep calling me ‘ma’am.'”
“Forgive me, but what should I call you then?”
Jillian blushed again, “Sorry. I guess that I’ve forgotten my manners. My name is Jillian. Why don’t I get you a cup of coffee? We can get to know each other a little better, since we’re going to be neighbors and all.”