This tale was written based on the following prompts

Fandango’s Flash Fiction #178

What Do You See #144

Twiglet #289

Fandango’s Story Starter #56

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 07/26/2022

Three Things Challenge #M34

Three Things Challenge #M35

Three Things Challenge #M36

She had been watching her neighbour’s house for weeks, but she saw something today that made her question his taste.  Alright, so she wasn’t a connoisseur in anything, she was just a brain surgeon, but if she’d been given a choice, she knew where her preferences would lie.

I mean it wasn’t like this affected him alone.  They had all chosen this route, they were individuals who had walked down the dirt track towards the light and now each and every single day they had to live with the option.

Which only made this obvious desire more questionable, and drawing a deep breath she approached him, if no one else would do it. Then she would share her opinion.

“Okay, when you decided we should all regress to childhood so you could finally have the go kart championship, I said ok, what’s the worst that could happen.”

“Ok, the worst was a lot of injuries and poor Mickey still missing in action after all these years, but we all moved on.”

“When you thought it would be a good idea to camouflage the entrance so only the truly determined could make it through, we all shrugged, it would keep the riff raff out.  Maybe it also kept out our loved ones, but we knew they would preserve and make it eventually.”

“This though, this is just an abomination.  To desecrate the courtyard with this art work is a crime I can’t let pass.  I mean its so drab, where’s the lightening colours Banksy?”

© NopeNotPam

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