Short Story: Neighbourhood Fragments # 1

He strolled on down the street. It was nearly a nice day. He heard some guy on the front lawn of someone else’s house say, “oooooooh, aaaaaaaahhh” and he thought, maybe he’d hit a sinkhole, stubbed his toe in a pothole – but no. That guy was just singing along to Elton John. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. So it was further on down the stroll when he saw ano…