Moving into a new place and neighbourhood is a lot of work that Cecil Brown frowns at very much. In this instant, she does not have a choice because her husband's work requires him to change location and residence every six months or if she's lucky, once a year.
As the movers pull right behind their 2012 Ford Focus SE Sedan, Cecil is sure she glimpse some curtains pull a little sideways and faces peeking at them. She sighs and mutters, "Okay, let's get this over with."
"Chin up, dear. You will love this place," Adam, her husband consoles her.
The movers join them in taking their things into the house. After the movers leave, the couple gets busy decorating the house, hanging their expensive artworks when the doorbell rings.
"Who could that be?" Cecil asks, her mouth pouts in a sulk. Adam chuckles at her expression. He pulls her into his arms, gently swipes off a smudge of dirt on her face and taps her nose lightly.
"You look delightful when you pout but the neighbours will not think so," he says before pecking her on the cheek.
"You sure it's them?"
"Doubly sure. They peeked through their curtains to watch us when we arrived. Now they are here to say hello and size up our house as against theirs."
Cecil grumbles, "Well, that's what you get for moving into the richest neighbourhood in the city."
Adam stretches out his palm and winks at his wife. "Let's show them a little of our wealth, shall we?" Cecil places her small hand in his and they walk towards the door to answer it.
I hope you enjoyed reading my piece. This short story is a five-minute freewrite inspired by the prompt "dirt on face". Join the @freewriters community to receive daily prompts, hosted by @mariannewest.