Derelict (150 Words)
“…Offering wonderful potential and outstanding character. Situated in-“
“Oh, do shut up Alastair, I know exactly what I’m looking at.” snapped the woman, fingering the silver locket that hung from her elegant neck.
Chastened, the Estate Agent cleared his throat, and loosened his tie. Pipistrelle bats flitted in and out through a great hole in the tired, sagging roof as dusk’s gloom choked the last rays of light from the faltering day. He hated these evening appointments, but he longed to be rid of the derelict monstrosity before them.
She gripped his arm as he opened the door. “I’d like to look around alone, if you don’t mind.” she said leaving no room for debate.
“Aren’t you frightened by the stories?” he asked, stepping aside. She ignored him, stepping past into the gloom and closing the door behind her.
“Soon, my love,” she whispered into the darkness, “soon.”