“You’re awful cocky, considering it’s only luck we’re in a no-fault state and I didn’t hang you out to dry instead of the other way around,” Allan says sweetly, handing her this month’s check. “Luck and ancient housing design.”
Torrey narrows her eyes at him.
“Oh, Torrey, baby, I knew you were screwing around from the the day it started. Your obsession with that old dump of a house, I’da thought you’d know not to have private phone conversations sitting next to the heater vent.”
Torrey feels her eyes widen before she can stop them, turns her face to try to hide the flush flaming up to her hairline, but Allan’s already walking back to his car, laughing and slapping his knee theatrically.
Every week, Denise at Girlie on the Edge hosts the Six Sentence Stories flash fiction linkup and blog hop. This week’s cue was VENT. Fun sixes from other writers are at the link. Come join the fun!
99 Monkeys 
You can hear everything through a heating vent! I guess Torrey didn’t think of everything 😀
Thanks for joining in this week 🙂
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Thanks for hosting! Yeah, I hear my downstairs neighbors all the time. Ai yi yi, what a soap opera that family is. lol
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