It's that time again. Flash Fiction Friday! Just because I say 'flash' does not mean it is an excuse to get naked.
This week's prompt: Write about moving and neighbors.
Please note, some content is not suitable for under 18.
Here are a couple pieces from Hydra Morningstar and Rick Powell:
Moving Day For Cody
by Hydra M. Star
never understood why his neighbors didn’t like him. He was a hard
working guy, living in a working class neighborhood. He didn’t bother no
one. Sure, he’d gotten into that little feud with the people who use to
live next door a few years ago. The police made too much of a big deal
out of that and he’d spent three weeks in jail because of it.
girl was only fifteen, but when he dropped his pants in the middle of
the street and exposed himself to her, inviting her to “suck it”, that
wasn’t the first time she’d seen a penis. He was willing to beat
everything he owned on that little fact. No, sir, and the police
wouldn’t listen to him when he tried to explain that all he was trying
to do, when he went out front and started screaming at her and her
brothers, was to get them to stop playing basketball in the street. All
the dribbling and running around were annoying. It was the weekend. He
was trying to relax and watch a little television, but instead he got
taken to jail because a bunch of disrespectful kids got smart with him
when he told them to knock it off.
was all okay in the end, though. He got them back for calling the law.
They’d never been able to prove who gave them puppies of theirs that
anti-freeze and they moved not long after. Good riddance!
that Cody–who’d already lost his driver’s license due a couple of
traffic cops a few different nights not having anything better to do
than pull him over and give him a breathalyzer test–had a hard time
finding and keeping a job. Damn owner of the garage where he use to work
fired him because he couldn’t legal drive a car and “couldn’t stay out
of trouble”. Damn cops! Damn boss! Damn neighbors! Damn them all! Didn’t
they know our society is going to shit? Good hard working Americans
were being pushed out of their jobs by legals, every day. But no, none
of them were worried about arresting none of them. They were too worried
about how many beers a night Cody had and how he got home from the bar
and rather or not he was still driving that old truck of his. The one
without proper headlights or insurance. But won’t none of that any of
their business. He was an American, born and raised. He paid his taxes.
Well, he would have paid them had he not been being paid cash, under the table. Damn Obamacare wasn’t going to be funded by him.
was why he’d started working on cars in his backyard, but damn if the
neighbors hadn’t complained about that too. They were worried about him
not properly disposing of old oil and other fluids from the engines he
worked on. What did these idiots think the sewers where for, if not to
flush fluids into? It won’t going to hurt nothing and the noise? Yeah,
old engines make a lot of noise. So, what? Won’t no one asleep at ten at
night, no way. He had jobs to do and money to make. But no one
understood any of that, they just kept calling the law and the law kept
telling him he didn’t have the proper zoning and permits to run an auto
repair shop out of his backyard.
So, Cody was damn glad to be moving. Damn glad. Maybe his next batch of neighbors would all be a little more reasonable.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The smiling neighbors next door helped me me the numerous boxes in the
to loading truck. Perfect spring day. This new job in the city will help
me pay off those bills in no time. Jessica objected to the move. We
argued for weeks about this but it is for the best. She said the
apartment is too small for the both of us but once I start making the
good money, it will change in no time. Loading went easy until we moved
the crate. took all 3 of us to carry it. Everything fits fine now on the
4/13/1998. Finally arrived and got everything carried in. Took a
little time to drive here. Had to make the detour by the river last
night. It was easier to unload the crate off the truck and just have it
fall into the water. It is heavy enough and sunk fast.
Finally settled in. This one-bedroom apartment is just what I need. Will
report for work tuesday.