There is a War Going On in My Neighborhood

And I’m becoming incredibly worried.

J.J. Pryor

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JJ Pryor’s neighborhood
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I don’t normally do this kind of thing, but I feel I no longer have a choice. I have to speak up, lest my neighborhood battles escalate into something completely beyond reprieve.

In the before-times, there was peace.

Everyone loved each other, said hi on the daily, and occasionally lent a helping hand to those who needed it. I was one of those blissfully happy and ignorant souls. No longer.

Because now the enemy has declared their intentions.

There will be war.

The Background

For many months, I have embarked on a daily ritual of reading a book in the bright sunny afternoons of the nearby park. I’d pick a table, plop my posterior on a free bench, and sip away at my delicious oolong tea while becoming immersed in worlds of writers long since passed away.

It brought me peace, if not serenity, and a nice tan to boot.

People would walk their dogs around the long rectangular pathways. Some would wave at me if not try to spark up a chat. On the odd occasion, their dogs would come to pepper me with unwarranted sniffs and licks and body rubs. But I didn’t mind.

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J.J. Pryor

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