John Persons sits alone in his living room, watching TV. The screen shows a live feed of the empty house two doors down. He takes a bite of a tuna noodle casserole. He smiles. Barely.
Here’s a short story based on the fictional comic series The Neighbors John Persons Comics . The Unspoken Agreement
“The neighbors come and go. But John Persons remains. Always watching. Always waiting. Always… neighborly.” The Neighbors John Persons Comics
Mark runs outside. Every other house on the cul-de-sac has a single can of corn on the porch. Gleaming. Untouched. John Persons stands on his own porch, hedge clippers in hand. He clips the air once. Snip.
“The old neighbors knew the rules. Wave, but don’t talk. Mow on Sunday, not Saturday. Never, ever look in the basement windows after 9 p.m.” John Persons sits alone in his living room, watching TV
Flashback: A moving truck. A young couple— Mark and Lisa —unpacking boxes labeled “KITCHEN” and “LIVING ROOM.” They smile at John Persons, who is watching from his porch. He gives a small, almost invisible nod.
Want me to continue this as a full serial or turn it into a comic script format? He smiles
Mark approaches John Persons at the mailbox. Mark is holding a casserole dish covered in foil. “Hey, we’re new. Just wanted to say hi.” John Persons takes the casserole, looks inside (tuna noodle), hands it back. “No.” He walks inside. Mark stands there, confused.