Inspired by a post by Sue Vincent and via JusJoJanDailyPost, Weekend Writing Prompt, and Sunday photo fiction

Sarabell Simmons had no inkling that her new next door neighbor was sculptor until she took over a delicious apple pie as a welcome gift. A surly, hairy man, no knight in shining armor, opened the door onto a distasteful mess of tools, tarps, dust and clutter, dismissing her friendly overture.  Only later would she see the true dimensions of his depravity, when he installed a nude sculpture near the fence facing her parlor window.


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