Good Neighbour | Aurore | Creative Writing
- Dylanna Fisher
- 20 hours ago
- 2 min read
Good Neighbour | Aurore
Creative Writing • Erotica • Author Profile • Literary Media • 2025

It’s only 11 a.m., and I’m already feeling overwhelmed and stressed. I’m making another coffee in hopes of turning the day around, as if the combination of caffeine and sugar is some sort of magic. Just as I’m hoping for a change, I hear a knock on the door. I swear, if this is my landlord, I’m going to need all the strength I can muster to pretend to care.
When I open the door, the first thing I notice is one of my thongs—it’s the one with the coffee mugs on it. Oh my God, why is my thong not inside my house? I brace myself for embarrassment as I see the hands holding onto the soft fabric. They look strong and tan, worn and wrinkled from work and labour.
Wait, I recognize those hands.
Oh my God.
I look up, and it’s one of my neighbours—a lovely gentleman who always has a smile on his chiselled face and frequently goes golfing. I assume he’s retired; he seems to be about the right age and packs up his car with golfing gear at least three times a week to enjoy the outdoors and annoy random geese. I blink back to reality and say hello.
He replies with a cheerful and knowing "Good morning."
“I’m sorry to bother you this morning,” he says, holding up the scrap of fabric with an amused smile. “I was doing laundry and found this in my clothes while folding them. I think it may be yours since we were both doing laundry around the same time.”
Looking at the bundle of coffee-themed fabric in his hands, it is indeed mine. I'm too embarrassed to speak and I just nod. Typical of my luck, it seems. I set my mug down and reach for the thong. My hand brushing against his......



