a wing, a prayer, a frozen night and a continuing loud annoying noise

a wing, a prayer, a frozen night and a continuing loud annoying noise

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


Brute neighbors, they come in all forms and they interrupt your serenity from all directions.

1:30 AM on a Friday night and a small plane has decided to circle one or twice over my neighborhood. It's too small a plane for secret military surveillance and it's too cold out for a sight seeing tour of my sleeping neighborhood. It's too cloudy out for astronomical studies of the mysteries of the night sky. There's nothing to see and nowhere to go except about and over a silent sleeping neighborhood.

What would motivate someone to spend the money on airplane fuel to buzz over and about a sleeping  suburban neighborhood at 1:30 AM. Why fly on a wing and a prayer just to interrupt a serene frozen night by creating a continual loud and annoying noise barrage?

Brute neighbors, they interrupt your serenity from all directions. If I could Understand my neighbor's  motivations I could know what God would be.