The ‘for sale’ sign had come up on this dilapidated house yesterday. Sandra set her eyes on it from beyond the fence.
“It needs some renovations.” The realtor informed Sandra’s husband. Her teenage daughter stood there. Unimpressed.
“It was inherited by a ‘Jason Hudson’, but has been vacant for decades. Jason died this past week.”
Sandra made her way into the rustic kitchen, hiding the tears from her family. The initials ‘S&J’ were carved on the wooden plank, just as she remembered them.
“You will live here someday”, he had promised.
She just didn’t know, it wouldn’t be with him.
This post was written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge hosted by Rochelle. The idea is to write a short story (100 words), based on the photo prompt provided.
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