The Seventh Floor
The squad car with blue lights flashing lit up the night and announced a police presence before he entered the building.
The receptionist looked up at the cop coming through the door and smiled.
“Good evening officer. This is becoming a regular occurrence.”
“Yes, Ma’am, second Friday night this month,” said the cop.
“Let me guess, seventh floor? Mrs. Smith called about Frannie’s drinking party again?”
“Bingo.”
“We’ll try to settle Mrs. Smith down first, then talk with Frannie.”
“Thanks.”
The cop shook his head and asked, “How loud can they be? This is a retirement village for God’s sake.”
From Guest Contributor N.T. Franklin
NT Franklin has been published in Page and Spine, Fiction on the Web, 101 Words, Friday Flash Fiction, CafeLit, Madswirl, Postcard Shorts, 404 Words, Scarlet Leaf Review, Freedom Fiction, Burrst, Entropy, Alsina Publishing, Fifty-word stories, Dime Show Review, among others.
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