Thimbles flashfic Week 22
This week's prompt was two photos. I picked the one with the house that had a "Not Haunted" sign out the front.
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The house used to stand tall, proud and pristine at the end of the road. It was the kind of house you walked past, wishing you owned one like it.
Over the years it faded, becoming a shadow of its former self. The paint is chipping, windows are cracked and roof tiles are missing. What was once glorious is now shameful.
Kids now play in the street or the new park, instead of the tree swing that was set up for them.
I can see the owner misses them, and the sound of laughter and joy in his garden—the one he built for her.
It's the rumours that have stopped them.
"He killed his wife," they whisper. "That house is haunted."
I've heard them but choose to ignore them. After all, I know what a broken heart looks like.
As days pass, he becomes frailer. The light in his eye fades and it won't be long.
He wants to be united with her.
I'm okay with that.
Because I'm her.
Night falls and the house becomes silent. Tonight he joins me and we can continue our forever.
The kids don't need to worry about the house being haunted anymore.
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Hope you enjoyed xox