The Newcomer
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The signal reaches me from the young woman's apartment below mine; a muffled beep, repeated ten times or more She's a newcomer; her name jumping at you off her front door; Sanna! Checking her by all the means available on the Internet, personally and voluntarily left sprawling there for one and all, I find her at age thirty, an accountant consultant, single, moving in here from the country side, keeping a horse for riding out at her parental farm, quite, if not unnaturally, silent, cautious; not a peep with the exception of aforementioned beep, perchance uneasy at moving in amongst neighbours making this area their habitat since decades, even half a century or more The lady is in the money, it appears; her black, shiny automobile out below not inexpensive in the least, but she reveals a lonely appearance, showing up at times with a doggy, which she, of course, can't leave here, when splitting for work early morns; most likely keeping her comrade back at the farm At the outset I jumped at the muffled signal from her alarm clock, whereas now it comforts me My investigations revealed Sanna, the newcomer, as an intelligent, orderly, shy, lonely and independent young human, completely turning my initial beep reaction around, from irritation to the appreciation of a sign of life, on a comfy, amiable, neighbourly note © Ingvar Loco Nordin 2022
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