Gem

house

Every other hotel room, apartment, and house within a hundred-mile radius of the convention was booked.  But somehow, the quaint little cottage with the bright blue door, tucked away in a quiet suburb a few miles from downtown, sat vacant amidst all the hubbub.

“So, what do you think?”  Their realtor, Sara, asked after they’d completed the brief, unnecessary, tour. They would have rented it sight unseen.  It was this or sleeping in a car outside the convention hall.

“I think it’s too good to be true,” Chris piped up before Meg could answer.  “How come this place is vacant?”   Sara lowered her face, shifting her eyes to the door.

“Is something wrong?  You have to tell us.” Meg urged.

Sara sighed.  “This home is where  John Darden, that cannibal murderer, had his first kill.”

Sara turned away, shoulders slumped, resigned to the fact she would never unload this tainted property.

“Sara, wait!”  Meg called after her.  She looked at Chris, her mouth twisting into a hybrid of a grimace and a smile.  “We’ll take it.”

 

Inspired by this news item and written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.

 

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15 thoughts on “Gem

  1. Funny how your circumstances can weigh heavily on your decisions. I guess sleeping in a house where a murder took place was more attractive than sleeping in their vehicle. Ha! Ha! Sometimes you just have to make tough decisions! 🙂

    1. Maybe so? That would make an interesting short story at least. Thanks for reading! Sorry I missed your comment, it went to spam for some reason.

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