The new neighbour was worrying Anne.
A stream of men visiting daily, since she'd moved in.
Disgracing the neighbourhood.
It was her duty to report her suspicions.
The policeman listened to Anne's tirade.
"Oh we are acquainted with Mrs M" he told Anne
"she gives piano lessons to a quite a few of our officers!"
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.
You hit the right note with this one!
ReplyDeleteHehe...I liked this one. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThat's really good, as always such an unexpected ending... smiles
ReplyDeleteCongrats. a nice 55
ReplyDeletevery well done my friend! are you going on any trips soon? i am stuck here until august so i thought i'd come along with you! ha ha ha ha ha
ReplyDeletesmiles, bee
xoxoxoxoxoxxo
brilliant as ever, AK!
ReplyDeleteHaha, very good Dumdad!
ReplyDeleteCheers Ellie :)
Why thankyou Valerie :)
Thanks Gillian :)
I've still got a few posts to do about Scotland Bee and we're going to Liverpool next week. :)
Cheers Flowerpot x
Nicely done. Police and music? Must be a Sting :-)
ReplyDeleteIt's Good To Know The Police Were Taking Notes !
ReplyDeletesmiles. nosey neighbors...
ReplyDeletenice 55.
How embarrassing! Just goes to show up a dirty mind.
ReplyDeleteMine is here.
Reminds me of an old joke about a 12 inch pianist.... :)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely BRILLIANT, Akelamalu!
ReplyDeleteI honestly don't know how you come up with these?!?!?
Genius!!!
Have a wonderful weekend, m'dear!
X
Ha ha very clever Anthony :)
ReplyDeleteOh you too with the wit Tony!
Yes indeedy, nosey neighbours Brian ;)
Quite Alice Audrey!
I've heard that one Buff LOL
Aw thanks Ron x
thats so cute... I would love to visit her.
ReplyDeleteMine is up
piano lessons huh?!? is that what they are called these days!! great 55
ReplyDeleteSo they were banging her on the piano?
ReplyDeleteThats HOT!!
And noisy!
Excellent 55 Ake...
Brilliant as always!
Thanks for playing, thanks for visiting, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...Galen
O that's classic!
ReplyDeleteWhere's your butterfly pointer gone?
Re your questions, I'm trying to come up with an answer that's succinct and clear. When I can, I'll post it up.
Sorry!
Off the top of my head, the only explanation I can give here is something like
Accepting that we are powerless over our addiction.
O I dunno that still doesn't make sense.
Glad you liked it Vodka Logic :)
ReplyDeleteHe he I guess so Clean & Crazy!
Whatever do you mean G-man? ;)
I changed my template and the butterfly disappeared Gleds, but I found another one you should see it now. I'll look out for you answer. x
Great 55 story!
ReplyDeleteAn Arkies Musings
Great story! Notable post. That makes the officers musically-inclined in an instant :-)
ReplyDeleteThat's what being nosey does for you!...
ReplyDeleteThat is AWESOME!
ReplyDeletegood for her !
mine is up
hugs
shakira
LOL! Do we take "piano lessons" at face value, or is that a code?
ReplyDeleteAnother fun little story!
I will post that answer when it comes.
ReplyDeleteI'm doing something right. The drug counsellor thought I was on drugs today; I was just happy!!
O no I cannot recall ...
O yeah! Trooping the Colour. Do you know I stupidly didn't reckon on that being on television. When I was little I thought it was a ceremony they did every week... I also thought the Queen wore crown and ermine robe to breakfast...
I finally saw this year's re-run just now. After switching off England v USA in yanwfulness...
MEET THE F*CKERS IS ON BBC1 in 25 minutes!
If you go to the bottom of my Queen's Birthday post, you'll see Barbra Streisand straddling Robert Deniro.
I also made an irritated anti-immigration comment. Contrary to my views about Gordon Brown and Mrs Biggot Lady during the election I am actually sick to the back teeth of foreigners from places with which this country has no history flooding in and taking our social housing (cliche cliche ~ and like every good cliche it's TRUE). Our local council has leaflets and posters in French. At first I thought "hurrah! A "community language" I can read!! But this has nothing to do with bespectacled Gitaine-puffing intellectuals moving in from Paris to scribble Alain Robbe-Grillet novels in the garrets of Stoke Newington. It's for the French-speaking Africans who've piled in here in extraordinary numbers over the past decade ~ and what the hell might I ask are they doing here??
Rant over.
Have a cheery weekend
xx
some neighbors are good and some are bad,
ReplyDeleteno need to feel sad.
tell them that,
be happy and glad.
Meet the Fuckers is finally on!!
ReplyDeleteBarbra Streisand is speaking to Ben Stiller as we speak!!
I very much like your story. Lovely rhythm to it. And I like the two part punchline - leaving the final twist to the very last word.
ReplyDeleteCheers richies :)
ReplyDeleteThankyou Sashindoubutsu :)
Indeedy Eternally Distracted
Thanks Shakira
Whatever takes your fancy Trav LOL
Wow that was some rant Gleds! Glad you're feeling happier. x
That's true Jingle
Welcome blackwatertown, I'm so pleased you enjoyed it. :)
That was an unexpected twist at the end!
ReplyDeleteHa ha.
Maggie X
Nuts in May
You gotta love nosey neighbors.
ReplyDeleteSo is that what they call it these days? ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL, Quilly!
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it Maggie :)
ReplyDeleteEvery neighbourhood has one SAW ;)
Could be Quilly! ;)
Is that what you were thinking Julia? LOL
Goes to show that some people need to mind their own business ;-)
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