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As Martha entered the flat there was a light rumbling from the flat above.
Her eyes cast about, surveying the place. “Impressive.” She muttered taking in the clear floors and polished surfaces and turned to face Ryan. “To be honest, when you told me that was your resolution, I didn’t think you could do it.”
Ryan beamed. “Three hundred and sixty four days and counting!”
Martha nodded and frowned at the ceiling, “They sure are loud up there aren’t they?”
Ryan ran a hand through his graying hair and cleared his throat, “Yeah, new neighbours.” He pulled out a chair, “please, sit.”
Martha obliged and removed her coat. “You were such a hoarder, I couldn’t live here. But I’m glad you gave it up. All those football programs… Not healthy for a guy your age.”
Ryan’s chuckle was drowned out by a further rumble above.
“You know, you ought to complain-”
Suddenly the ceiling caved and programs crashed to the floor.
Ryan looked sheepish under Martha’s glare. “I said I wouldn’t hoard, nothing about stashing elsewhere!”

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  1. Avatar Zen Brau

    He called his programs new neighbors.

    Seems he knew what the sound was, and she left him for his bad habit finally coming back around to consider reconciliation.

    Interesting read, and nicely written.

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Great scene and nicely set up for the finale. Dark humor but still quite humorous. Great entry in the challenge.

  3. Avatar 32 ^2

    Sorry so late in commenting, been on a tech break.

    There’s a great episode on Hording, buried alive. A woman fooled everyone that she had cleaned up her house. Nope, she actually purchased the house next door to hers and that’s where she stored everything. So this story is not unrealistic. I call this type of story nonfiction, only the names and places have been changed.

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