It smells a bit musty so I attempt to open a window. It sticks. I plant my feet and haul with both hands and it reluctantly opens. The cold, refreshing air bites at me, but it brings the rooms back to life. Dust covers everything like a grey sheet. Cobwebs cower in the corners.
Which is how I found Brogan when I finally made it back home.
We had had a day of shopping. If only I had known we would be held at gun point that day…
The asshole had the courtesy to let me drop Brogan off at home with Dempsy before forcing me to drive to Denver.
I shake the memory from head as I hear Brogan finger the keys on my old piano. They make smile…
Read chapter four.
This is a new experiment for me. Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story. Click the blue frog to read other stories inspired by this photo.