Headlights further up the hill turn a home into the set for a play.
Is the story on the second floor? Two people thought it would be nice to play house together. It started badly and ended worse. Conversations overheard by the audience with the advantage of knowing this is all a plot. Perhaps it progresses through exits out the front door.
Maybe the script takes place on the street. Gangs feud, ruining someone's life in order for someone else to earn their redemption.
I like to think they real story is in the car that's stopped in an almost alley with it's headlights pointed at a nearby house through a chain link fence. Maybe the driver is just looking through his glove compartment for a cord to charge his phone. A couple kisses goodnight. They argue. Someone is just sitting there, waiting for something to happen, but he doesn't know what.
The best part is it probably isn't any of these, and who cares? I got to walk by this and be stunned at ten in the evening.

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