Even the walls are vibrating. The very air in my little house pulses. Enough. I have to go next door.
“Would you mind,” I ask, making my smile as friendly as I can manage, “turning the music down a bit?”
He scratches his chin, which he then juts out. “Gotta live our lives, don’t we?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to live it too.”
The door slams.
Six weeks later, there’s a tentative knock on my door. He says, “Locked meself out, haven’t I? Alright if I climb over your wall, mate?”
I sense the prospect of an accommodation.
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.Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Neil MacDonald Author 
Dear Neil,
Could this be the beginning of a beautiful friendship? Or maybe mutual tolerance. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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a quieter life, certainly
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Great write Neil – ‘accommodation’ – a clever play on words and a triumphant cliffhanger 😃
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Thanks so much
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Tell him to use earphones and to quit broadcasting to the neighborhood.
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Leverage may work better
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I hope it’s a long-lived accommodation. I love the way your character comes across as mannered and er… accommodating.
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Thanks so much, Sandra
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I’ve come an arrangement with my neighbours – I’m the noisy one by the way!
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Excellent
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He’s changed his tune!
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I see what you did there
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