Regular Disturbance

The first time she calls the police herself from the phone box across the road. She screams like a preacher. ‘When are you going to do something? He’s locked me out again the bastard.’ There are not enough faces at windows so she yells, ‘I’m standing here in just my knickers.’ The police know her name. She uses expletives like I use the space bar. ‘It took you long enough to get here.’ Her husband unlocks the door and gives her a can of cider. The police depart for the thirty minute interval. My neighbour calls them back to the stage. He doesn’t need to give the full address. By the time the police arrive the son has thrown a brick through the front window. An ambulance is called and the paramedics carry out the wife, her face looks like a butcher shop window. She climbs from the stretcher and punches indiscriminately. The ambulance departs. The police van beeps.

It is almost morning when the taxi brings her back. She climbs in through the remains of the window and takes the rock that broke it to her husband. He is unconscious as they take him away. As the sun rises I wonder what they are going to do tomorrow.

– Benjamin F Jones
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About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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5 Responses to Regular Disturbance

  1. Not Eastenders, but Wales-enders? That being said, we did have a couple renting the house next door to us in our peaceful seaside town. The corridor between our houses was full of broken glass and there were various large items of furniture, plus underwear, strewn about the garden. I was very relieved when the warring couple were forcefully evicted. The rental agency has been extra careful about who it lets the house to ever since.

    • I bet you were relieved. It sounds like a nighmare. This family went in the end and pretty much the whole street went – including the poor guy, a friend of mine, that had to live next to them.

      • So often easy access to drugs and drink are at the root of this sort of antisocial behaviour. And at the other end of the scale, it can lead to horrendous mental illness — I know, I used to nurse people who’d scrambled their brains with these substances. As for the knock-on effects upon their families — it doesn’t bear thinking about D:

  2. Angie says:

    we lead a quiet life round here
    Angie

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