Short short story

Our neighbours on the ground floor are the biggest mystery in this house. Nobody has ever seen them, yet we know someone is there because one can occasionally hear voices from their apartment. In front of their door is a bunch of old and mouldy rugs, and a sign says "beware of the dog" although nobody has ever seen or heard a pet in this house.

Recently, a notice appeared on their door, accusing their neighbours - that would be us - of stealing newspapers from in front of their door. Coming home today, I saw that somebody had posted another notice in a venomous tone, informing that maybe it would be best to first check with the newspaper itself to see whether there have been delivery problems before accusing neighbours of theft. The case is getting somewhat intriguing and I'm already waiting to see what our invisible neighbours reply in their next notice.

The sun is setting and the clouds just turned into whisps of pink, I'm posting a picture of it here.