Mind Your Own Business

 

For two years Jon Ellery had let out rooms on the second and third floors of his town house; in an area noted for affordable accommodation. 

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Evelyn peeked between the curtains.   He was a nice young man, neat and tidy, kept himself to himself never caused any trouble.

She’d watched students arrive, bright eyed and eager to graduate with honours from the local University.

 Her nose wasn’t always stuck to the front window like some. She was too busy getting on with her own life to watch the comings and goings of neighbours.   Her nose moved closer to the window now, as a procession of body bags were removed from the house, to a large black mortuary van.   Then, two pale emaciated patients on stretchers were carried to a waiting ambulance.  Finally, Ellery appeared in the doorway between two hefty police officers.

She’d always prided herself on being a good neighbour who didn’t pry.   What manner of atrocities had John Ellery perpetrated just across the road, safe in the knowledge that in England people can be relied upon to mind their own business?

Flash fiction 190 words