By Melanie Kirk
“Gahhh!” The white-haired man grasped at his throbbing big toe, peeping through worn-out tartan slippers. On his front doorstep were the glimmering green shards of a cheap lager bottle, now freshly flecked with crimson.
“Ruddy good-for-nothing stinking yobs!” he screamed, flailing his cane at his imagined teenage assailants.
He managed to hobble back into his house, while muttering about the shocking decline of morality in twenty-first century Britain.
Across the road, the curtains of number twenty-five twitched. On the other side of them, a crinkled face smiled.
That would teach the old codger to back his car into his prize hydrangeas.
Probably not, since he didn’ t know who the culprit was, but satisfying nonetheless.
Never make assumptions.
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Loved it. He gets his due
Fun tale! Easy to imagine these two have a history of annoying each other long before the hydrangea incident.
Hah, petty fighting neighbors always a good time (to read about!) and I loved getting to see both sides of this little scenario. Wonder if the message will get across, or if the neighbor will have to be more direct!
Little murders in the suburbs are always a delight.
Feuding neighbours. Ha! Always fun to read about. Nice subtlety.