Friday Fictioneers is a flash fiction challenge which asks that we write a story in no more than 100 words from the photo prompt kindly provided by the host, Rochelle Wisoff Fields. To join in with the challenge, or find out more about it, just follow the link on the challenge title above.
Here is this week’s prompt . . .
and this is my story . . .
The greasy owner from the off-licence below gestured round the dingy flat. ‘Bargain at fifty quid a week: nice and compact. Good-sized bedroom too … for a lad your age,’ he added, winking.
I wasn’t convinced, but needed my own pad; my parents were driving me insane.
‘Meter for lecky and gas … fully furnished,’ he enthused, as I stared at the boarded-up door.
‘Ah, we don’t use that door. Last tenant fell right out. Drunken fool killed himself. His ghost pops round occasionally.’
I smiled at his silly grin. The idea of ghost-hunting parties and séances clinched the deal.
Word Count: 99
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