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Enid looked out of the kitchen window and heaved a sigh. She was stirring the soup on the stove almost automatically. “This used to be a nice quiet neighbourhood, you know.”
Stan, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, looked up briefly. “What are you talking about?”
“That… That woman who moved in does like to make herself stick out. We are no longer this nice, quiet, and subdued neighbourhood. Now it seems we are the home of the clashing colours. It makes us look like we need attention, and we certainly don’t want that.”
“For the love of… Enid, what are you on about now?”
“Blue. She has painted that door bright blue and it clashes with everything. It shouldn’t be allowed.”
Stan turned over the page and carried on reading. “It is only paint, love. You sound like such a snob carrying on like that.”
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers