“Full of potential, so it says. Rustic. Close to nature. Compact. Minimalistic in a traditional way. That’s what the message says.”
John read back the details that the estate agent had sent him. Then looked up at the property.
Now he knew why the guy hadn’t sent a photo. He should have waited a few more days, but Lucy was obsessed with them getting this ‘country weekend home’ sooner rather than later and she was convinced that any properties worth having were snapped up straight away
“Potentially full of damp. Rusty. Nature’s taken over. Shoebox. No plumbing or amenities. That’s what it should have read! Seriously Lucy, let’s just get back in the car and head back. It’s not even wor-“ He stopped.
Oh dear God, he knew that look. Lucy was staring at the ramshackle cottage with a look of pure love.
“Oh Johnny, it’s perfect! Think of what we could do to this place!” She turned to give him the puppy dog eyes… and he had never been able to resist that look…
He felt his wallet lighten with every step towards the building…
Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.
Tell me the story of why this room is empty!
Everything.
They took everything.
Not one fixture or fitting left to adorn the walls of this now bare shell of a room.
“If the bank are chucking us out, we aren’t leaving a thing, not even the carpet!” Rhys exclaimed.
They left, but not before unearthing a floorboard…that would make them think!
You.
The almost perfect one.
The one that got away.
We never got past that initial stage, before our future crumbled before my very eyes.
I can still remember the feel of your touch upon my skin, as you brushed past me.
My eyes followed you, as you strode purposefully ahead, my heart and mind conjuring up images of our ‘happily ever after’.
Then, as quickly as I had imagined our future, you destroyed it. Crushed it.
With that one kiss.
Not on my lips.
But on the mouth of another man…
Why do I always choose the wrong blokes?!