Good Night, by Bex Gooding

Finally, the room was quiet. For months she’d endured the noise of endless rows from next door. The walls were paper thin, she could hear every word.

When they started shouting again Edna snapped. She banged on their door until someone answered.
 
The couple both appeared at the door in their pyjamas looking irritated by the disturbance.
 
Before either could speak Edna lifted the shotgun and blasted a hole through each of them.
 
‘Peace at last.’ Edna said returning home and shutting her front door.

Edna plumped up her pillow and settled down to sleep.

‘Was that a police siren?’