The neighborhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.
Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.
Mr. Mr., want a glass of lemonade? Only $5.
Too expensive? It’s for a good cause. You see… Wait. Why are you stopping at that house across the street? I hope you are not the new renter because the house is not for rent. Not yet!
Mrs. Pauley, the woman who lived in that house for 40 years, had lost her husband recently and couldn’t pay the rent. Yesterday, Mr. Jones, who owns the house, kicked Mrs. Pauley out. He even brought a policeman with him! I am not lying. I saw it! I swear.
Mom said if I could sell 100 glasses of lemonade, $5 each, we can help Mrs. Pauley pay for the rent.
Yes, I like Mrs. Pauley a lot. She used to babysit me when I was little. She played games with me and gave me cookies. I like Mr. Pauley too. He took me to a baseball game one time.
Another glass of lemonade? Boy, you must be thirsty.
Do I know what Alzheimer is? Of course, I do. People who have Alzheimer forget things.
Mrs. Pauley has Alzheimer? Wow.
It’s not safe for Mrs. Pauley to live alone. You mean Mr. Jones didn’t kick her out? Mrs. Pauley was moved to a nursing home. Really?
Who are you? It’s ok if you don’t tell me.
Two glass of lemonade is ten dollars, Mr.