Thanks to Bikurgurl for our 100 Word Wednesday challenge again this week.
The bike was outside number 6 again.
The curtains of the top flat opposite twitched, the resident therein furious at having missed the owner’s arrival.
No-one else on her floor seemed interested in the goings on across the road which infuriated her even more. She loved a bit of gossip, especially if she could spread it, but she had nothing to work on.
Meanwhile at number 6, Michelle continued her daily routine, knowing the old biddy in Tennyson Heights was doing her crust wanting to know who her visitor was.
The joke was it was her own bike which she put outside.