Need a story prompt? Laurie Bell has one for you.
Beth slammed the hammer against the wood over and over taking out the days frustrations on the old water-logged frame. The door burst open swinging drunkenly back and forth. The musty smell of dust, rotted plant life and animal droppings assaulted her nose. “Oh hell.” It took two hard shoves to get the door all the way open. Weeds and roots had erupted from the once tiled floor creating dangerous tripping hazards everywhere.
“Hun, how’s it look?”
“You don’t want to know!” she called. This “fixer-upper” was not quite the “it might require a little weekend work” the advertisement implied.
This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt
Word count: 100
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