Friday Fictioneers – Noisy Neighbours

Every week, Rochelle gives us a photo that has been donated to her by another member of the Friday Fictioneers circle, and we have to write a story in 100 words or less with the photo as a prompt. Not as easy as it sounds.

If you want to have a go, then click on the first image and it will take you to Rochelle’s page. If you want to see what others have written, then click on the frog link.


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It wasn’t the music that bothered her. She liked anything by The Doors. It was the empty bottles they left outside the house. She considered banging on the door and asking them to clear it up, but remembered the beating she took the last time. So she just left a package outside their door and pressed the doorbell. She walked home and set down the cat food. The video recorder would have her out of shot for less than a minute giving her the perfect alibi.

The room shook as the package was found and opened resulting in an explosion.

43 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Noisy Neighbours

  1. Wow, what an extreme response to their leaving bottles out! Although the hint about the beating ups the ante. Still, that accelerated quickly! Now I find myself thinking through the logistics of her alibi, and how she would explain why she was taping herself… Hm, I think I’ve watched too many detective shows!

    • I think I have as well, and she hasn’t watched enough. I think she would have had to tape herself for weeks for it to be of any real form of alibi.

      • Ah, good point. If she’d established herself as some sort of social media video poster, that would make taping herself this particular evening seem less suspicious.

  2. A friend and former colleague lived in a ground-level apartment in Dallas for several years – until some Mexican immigrants moved into the unit above her. She said they were up at all times of the day and night; several people were living there, which was against city ordinance; and they’d sit out on the patio, drinking beer and toss the bottle caps over their railing. Many of them landed on her patio area and sometimes her car, if it was parked near the building. They made so much noise, she told me, she got to the point she was wearing ear muffs to bed – even in warn weather.

    She finally complained to management, and it got back to those people. Apparently, they tried to frighten her by tying an actual chicken’s leg to her door knob. She waited until the next day and marched up there with a handful of sugar to bang on the door. When a girl answered, my friend muttered something incomprehensible and blew the pile of sugar into the girl’s face.

    I laughed, but I was amazed at her bravery. She didn’t know if those people were gang members, drug dealers, or whatever. Here she is, this frumpy little redhead, and she does something like that! I told her they probably thought she was some kind of Celtic witch. She moved out shortly afterwards. Her lease wasn’t up, but the apartments let her out of it without charging her. They knew why anyway.

    Sometimes, you just have to think outside the box to get your point across.

    • Wow. She was brave. I can see why they let her out of the lease. We have a similar problem here with people from Slovakia and Croatia.

    • Thanks Iain. I wrote this back to back with the Sunday Photo Fiction one so it was an explosive time. I wonder if that was what set off the explosion in the other story 😉

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