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.
Binky’s daddy told him that Mrs. Pauly ‘cross the street is havin’ to move outta her house she’s been in fer over forty years cause she can’t pay the rent. I like Mrs. Pauly. I liked Mr. Pauly too. He died some months ago. Mrs. Pauly always gave cookies to the kids on the block when she baked cookies. She’s a nice old lady. She was nice to all the kids on her block.
Binky’s daddy said Mrs. Pauly’s landlord came over and demanded payment fer the rent but she didn’t have no money so he gave her three days to get out. She ain’t got nowhere to go cept the streets. She don’t want her boys to know bout it. Mrs. Pauly is real sick and she won’t make it even one week on them streets. That’s why I been sent here.
I been sent here to escort Mrs. Pauly to her everlasting and forever home, cause Mr. Pauly is waitin’ fer her. That’s what I is. I is the “escortin’ angel for Mrs. Pauly.