This week’s words: Screw Bristle Bombinate (to make a humming or buzzing noise) Ceramic Intricate Classic Slant Vellichor (the strange wistfulness of used bookstores) Tunnel Dire Impinge Corduroy

‘Oh screw you,’ she was heard to say as the ceramic plate hit the wall.

There was a stamping on the floor and then the heavy slamming of a door. This was my neighbour’s weekly row. This week it was over her choice of nail polish as she and her daughter had been for a Mother’s Day pedicure and her husband had taken exception to her choice of colour, a rich red apparently. He said a woman of her age should know better than apply such a colour to her toes.

The man was in my opinion obviously deluded as the woman was a young looking for her age and I was often surprised by the trendy clothes she often wore as she made her way to town.

The thought of this man raising his hand to her and who thought corduroy was a fashion statement caused me to bristle at his audacity.

She rarely said hello to me but rather emitted a bombinating sound as she walked along, oblivious to what might be going on around her. Apart from her great dress sense was her classically styled face with her slanted nose and small pointed mouth. She had a beauty that I found myself drawn to and it incensed me that her husband found exception in so much about her.

I was never very keen to impinge on her life but rather watch from a distance as she entranced me each day.

Yesterday I followed her to see where she went each day. As she walked along I did notice the vellichor nature of her gait. I couldn’t help but admire that wistfulness, that sense that here was a woman at peace within herself and that each intricate step she took gave me greater insight into her physical beauty.

As she approached the Bridge tunnel I hurried up my pace so as not to lose her in the throng that usually occurred at this point. In the crush of the crowd I saw a man with a gun in his hand making for my neighbour. My instincts immediately took in the dire situation I saw her in and as I made to call out my concern I saw her turn and face her would be attacker and with remorseless efficiently screw his face to the tunnel wall causing him to drop the gun as she applied what can only be described as a classic defensive response to his aggression.

As he crumbled to the floor of the tunnel she lightly stepped over him and hurried on her way.

I stood there with my mouth open taking in what I had just witnessed.

That night as I watched from my apartment window I saw her approaching and as she passed by my window she looked up at me, winked and placing her finger to her lips intimated my silence in what I had witnessed that morning.

I blushed, how did she know I was there?

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