Atrocious

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


'A' is for....atrocious. Also included in the 'A' is for book.

Submitted: August 07, 2018

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Atrocious!

Frank and Mildred Evans were enjoying a midday stroll around the neighbourhood. It was a nice place, quiet and respectable; the sort of area where everything was neat and understated.

Yes, it was quite soothing to walk around, seeing how responsible all the locals were with taking care of their own patch. A bit like a breath of fresh air. Until suddenly Frank stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth open in shock and his face turning pale.

What....is that....atrocity?” Frank hissed to Mildred while pointing at Julia Smyths’ house. Her front garden, to be more precise.

Mildred followed her husband’s glance. There, in the front garden, were more than twenty illuminated plastic gnomes. “Oh,” she said. “I see.”

It’s an atrocity, that’s what it is. An assault on the eyes and the senses.” Frank was almost trembling in his outrage.

Seeing her neighbours admiring her garden, Julia opened the door. “Admiring my new collection, are you? They are lovely, aren’t they!”

Hastily Mildred trod on her husband’s toe.

Good day, Julia. Yes, they are certainly very....” Mildred thought frantically to come up with a response. “Eye-catching!”

Oh, I think they are adorable. And I got such a good discount for buying in bulk.”

There are rather a lot of them,” Frank managed to say.

Luckily, perhaps, Julia did not pick up on his outrage. “This is the first half, the rest should arrive next week, I think. Oh, that’s the phone, I must pop off and answer it.”

With the door once more closed, Frank took one last disgruntled look. “Atrocious! That’s what it is,” he said, stomping away.

Oh, I don’t know,” said Mildred.

Frank glared at her angrily. “Cheap and nasty tackiness.”

Oh, Frank,” said Mildred, “you really are becoming a big old fuddy-duddy. I bet Julia’s going to brighten up this Christmas.”

Frank continued, mumbling away. The only word that could really be recognised was his brand new favourite – atrocious!


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