Homestead

The hound-dog howled.  The front door slammed.  Hannah shot up, startled from sleep.  “What was that?!”

Her brother, Caleb, chuckled, “It’s a ghost. Now, go back to sleep.”

The next morning, Hannah rose with a sense of melancholy at being back at the homestead.  With their mama gone, she and Caleb must decide what to do with the property.  Coffee in hand, they made their way toward the porch. Hannah stopped abruptly, sharply inhaling.  Scratched into the wooden floor by the front door was the word “Sell”.

Peering over Hannah’s shoulder, Caleb shrugged, “I guess we have our answer.”

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“Friday Fictioneers” is a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields.  The challenge is to write a story, using only 100 words, in response to a photo prompt.  This week’s photo was provided by Yarnspinner. It has been a lot of fun to join this fantastic and encouraging group of writers!  If you would like to read other superb Friday Fictioneers’ stories, click HERE.