Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to long-time contributor C.E. Ayr for this week’s challenging photo.
My realtor just shook her head after a tour of the house.
“It won’t sell in this condition,” she said. “Not at the price you are asking.”
“But I need the full price,” I pleaded. Selling this house was my ticket out. The money would allow me to travel the world as a nomad and write a book about the experience. This was my dream.
“You could have a fire sale,” she joked.
I thought the idea was brilliant.
I called my ex, who had friends in the business of solving problems. Everything was set up for the weekend.
For an alibi, it was off to the coast with my BFF Katie for sun and fun. I had neither as I awaited the phone call telling me my house had burned down. It never came.
Arriving home Sunday night, I expected to see a pile of smoldering ash where my house once stood. Imagine my surprise seeing the ash pile was the home of my neighbor, Frank the Fire Marshall.
Some wishes do come true. I now have plenty of time to work on my book. The subject has changed. It’s now called Tiny Living in a 6-Foot Cell.