Over the course of the summer the neighbors house disappeared behind a hedge of spiral sand heaps each corresponding to a hole of equal but reverse volume.
Our best guess is the neighbor buried something as a method of hiding it from someone they thought may have occasion to look for it, and has in the end succeeded, only in hiding it (and very successfully I might add) from themselves.
Pity is, we’ve grown so much fonder of the Confederacy of Dunce Caps than we ever really were of the neighbor- and odds are- they’re getting close…
Word Count : 97
Photo Prompt courtesy of Friday Fictioneers
Reference made to the book A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole