They lived in the perfect house in the perfect street of a perfect town.
But they were unhappy despite being told they had no reason to be.
Their every want was granted, their every mood satisfied and at the same time they suffered a nagging feeling for more.
They weren’t the only ones. In time they learned of others who experienced similar needs. Their neighbours also had a perfect life. They greeted each other with the epitome of graciousness.
It came as a surprise to everyone when it all blew up.
Contentment had met its demise.
Suddenly long held resentments surfaced, neighbours stopped talking, rumours spread, affairs long suppressed came flooding into the social consciousness. Chaos flourished.
Charlie Fuggs at number 23 Petunia Street wondered why it had taken so long.
As a wizard he liked chaos, he created chaos, he smiled as he watched his despicable neighbours get their long due comeuppance.
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2021/06/30/crimsons-creative-challenge-138/
Morpethroad 
Ohh that last line! I didn’t see that one coming
Hi Shweta thanks so much for stopping by
You’re very welcome 😃
Good story Michael. Nice to see you back!
Thanks Sadje just taking it easy these days
You’re welcome! Nobody took over the story teller prompt!
Well somebody did but nothing has happened. A bit disappointing
It is! I used to enjoy that prompt very much.
Excellent. Loved that conclusion. Whizzard!
Oooh, just as well Miss Marble isn’t around. I don’t think she’d approve of all that violence 😄
Certainly not something you’d see on Grimace Street.
Oh yeah! Love it Michael!!
Thanks so much Di
A great story. Unexpected ending. 🙂
Thanks so much
There must be more than a few wizards around the world and none seem to be from Oz.
They seem to come out of the woodwork