The ceiling fan cut sounds through the air in the shade of the bedroom, curtains drawn.
‘Whop whop whop whop …’
Sally sipped Mum’s homemade lemonade from one hand and texted with the other.
‘Whir Whop Scrirr Whop …’
‘U comin by later Brad’
‘Yeah, I’ll shimmy up around eleven once your folks have crashed.’
‘See u later babes.’
‘Hum Whir Hum Whir ….’
A growling, brattling roar from outside, interrupted the soft sounds from above.
She drew back the curtains and stepped onto the balcony just it time to see their magnificent pine topple, and fall in slow motion to the side of the garage.
Below, Sam, her obnoxious brother, raised his fist slowly into the air and then savouring the gesture, gradually unfurled his middle finger until it was erect and menacing.
He turned to his mates and they guffawed loudly.
Sally swooshed the curtains closed and threw herself back onto the bed.
Now she regretted talking to her parents about those spicy, pungent odours escaping from Sam’s room late at night.
This week’s photo prompt is © Shivangi Singh. You can see the rules for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers by clicking on the link.