Friday Fictioneers – Neighbours

Smoke poured from the house next door.
People ran, screaming from the building, women clutching small children to their breast, men running with buckets, blood and dust covering their bodies, desperately trying to extinguish a fire that already had taken a strong hold.
Another bang as the gas tank exploded, glass shattering, more screams from the women as the reality hit, their home would not last the night.
Calum turned away from his window, pulling the blind shut as he did.
He made his way to the kitchen, turning up the volume on the radio to drown out the noise.
“Bloody Neighbours” he muttered, “that’ll teach them”.

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22 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Neighbours

  1. Dear Mr. McNiff,

    Calum isn’t a good neighbor I’d say.

    And a hearty welcome to you to Friday Fictioneers. I look forward to reading more from you.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    PS If you’ve been here before consider yourself doubly welcomed. 😉

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