A gift

The original features described in the advertisement had been greatly exaggerated.

As the estate agent rattled out more of the same, well-rehearsed in her lies, Mona’s eyes wandered through the open window and into the darkness beyond.  A chorus of whispers welcomed her home.

The agent made her play.

“The history of this property is interesting – it isn’t for everyone.”   She looked deep into her. “It’s the perfect place to make use of your important gift, Mona.”

It seemed the agent had a gift too. Perhaps stalking, perhaps something else?  Mona had always been better at figuring out the dead.

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This piece was created using the prompt (photo contributed by Yarnspinnerr) hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple. 

You can read more of this week’s contributions to this photo prompt here