AnElephantCant claim he’s a poet
He can only churn out awful rhymes
But this week is a breeze
He writes one with ease
Because in the photo he sees jingly jangly wind chimes
AnElephant is invited by the lovely, and Priceless, Joy to write a piece of Flash Fiction for her challenge, here.
The inspiration comes from the photo provided, below.
They seem nice enough, the new folk across the road.
They are polite and friendly, invited everyone over to a housewarming party last Sunday.
He did the barbecue, she was the perfect hostess.
They both smile a lot, laugh at the right time, have an encouraging word for the children.
So why do I not like them?
No, let’s ask the question honestly.
Why do I hate them?
Well, two reasons.
Firstly, he is very like my late husband.
And I hated him.
I hated him so much I killed him.
But I am smart, I got away with it.
Because they have not found his body yet.
But the second reason is more worrying.
Their wind chimes.
I can hear them all the way across here.
Even when there is no wind.
They keep me awake at night.
And they always sound the same.
They play a tune, an old Elvis song, from a movie.
He loved it, always sang it at parties, in the shower, in the car.
I’ll remember you.