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.
London was just what Sasha needed. She was stagnated back in the States. She could barely think anymore or breathe. Getting up in the morning and doing simple things like shower and dress and prepare breakfast seemed monumental. She exhausted herself just thinking about it. But not here. This morning, she leaped from bed, before Flynn even. There was always something new and different to experience everyday in this foreign place, and Sasha couldn’t get enough.
They were viewing their 10th flat of the day and Sasha was in love. An updated sunny kitchen, and a cozy bedroom that got the perfect amount of natural light. It was just the right size for the two of them.
“I’m sold,” Sasha said to Pippa, their realtor, who nodded her shiny blond head and turned to Flynn.
“I’m not sure. The bedroom is very small…”
Sasha groaned. “We’re going to have to compromise on some things, babe. This is the best we’re going to find in the city.”
Flynn kissed her temple to placate her. “I’d just like to see a few more places before I make up my mind.”
Sasha relented. “Fine.” It was Flynn’s work that had brought them here in the first place. She owed him.
As the trio left the flat, Sasha missed the faraway look in Flynn’s eyes as he stole a glance at their gorgeous realtor.