Here's my Flash Fiction for this week. I'm not sure where I stand on this. I found that I loved it on Wednesday. Today I'm not too sure.
"If you want a house to flip this is definitely it." The Realtor said to the couple behind her.
"What happened to the previous owners?" The young bride asked as she inspected an old wall. The wall paper was dry and cracked. It's print seemed decades out of style, and the exposed wall behind it revealed the home's decaying skeleton.
The Realtor never replied, she'd meandered close to brownish gray spot opposite the couple. She suddenly back pedaled toward the center of the room, as if spooked. The spot grew darker.
With a shaky wave of her hand, she feigned a weak smile. She wiped her suddenly wet palms over her Chanel skirt.
"They were murdered here." She said to the couple.