Thanks once again to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Where would we be without you Rochelle?
I must confess that at first glance I saw the copyright image as part of the photograph, which inspired the following story. Duh! 🙂
“I’m amazed it’s still available.”
The agent shifted uncomfortably. “Not everyone likes these older houses…ring me when you’ve decided.” He bolted, like a rabbit.
I was strangely drawn to the ugly old house, almost mesmerised. The marbled eyes stared sightlessly as the skylight above the door shimmered, revealing my name frosted into the glass itself. This was meant to be… surely.
I slept uneasily, before returning to the house for a final look.
Today it held no attraction for me; and the name in the glass was not mine.
I recognised it in horrific newspaper headlines some weeks later though.