Bad enough with the fire engine blocking the road, but it’s the parked cars that rile me most. Any excuse for not following the rules. I’d bet my savings there will be complaints to the council because I missed parts of the road. It’s that type of neighbourhood.
‘Dreadful, isn’t it?’ The woman’s standing on her doorstep, nursing a cup of tea.
‘Dreadful? Ain’t the word I’d use. How am I s’posed to sweep? And the soot. No picnic, cleaning soot.’
She gives me a funny look and goes inside – no doubt to watch my progress from behind her curtains.
And if you’re still looking for more flash fiction, here’s the link to new version of All About Patience on FlashFlood again.