Today, two police lines are blocking his doors.
It is a question that has struck me lately. Do I know my neighbour? I only know the person as he; when he opens his door, he opens it as if he were at war; based on the running water I hear, he takes a shower before midnight twice to three times a week; not a night owl as I can hear his snores while my mind and heart still talking to each other way postmidnight; I hear some farts at several nights that make me wonder how thin our wall is.
Today, two police lines are blocking his doors.
Susan F. Reid
6/11/2020 10:35:10 am
I really like your use of ambiguity. Did someone he was "at war" with shoot him? Were the farts gunshots? 6/11/2020 02:52:09 pm
Hi, Susan! Thank you for reading. Also for the questions of possibilities that what might happen. Those enriched the story because none of those was the premise.
Marjan sierhuis
6/11/2020 12:18:56 pm
Nicely done, Yola. I am intrigued. Perhaps a follow up is waiting to be told? 6/11/2020 02:57:45 pm
Thank you, Marjan, for reading it.
Pamela Kennedy
6/11/2020 12:41:27 pm
In this case, Yola, maybe ignorance was bliss..well done!
Sue Clayton
7/11/2020 06:18:38 am
Too much nighttime noise, not enough sleep, I believe he/she killed him, Yola. Perhaps the smell of the farts filtering through the thin wall was the last straw.
Mary Wallace
9/11/2020 04:37:49 am
Tell us more. I don't think we ever know another person really well. Comments are closed.
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