100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
“What a god-damned dump!”
Ted hurled a whiskey bottle off the roof and sighed as it swished through the leaves below.
“Dad always was a real joker — a jerk!”
Battered gardening paraphernalia littered the terraces. Foliage poked through places where greenery had no right to poke it’s chlorophyll face.
“Twenty years I worked my ass off to keep Mom in a good home. I’m glad she lost her mind when she did because this would have unhinged her for sure to see what a lunatic he became.”
Forget a realtor. After the funeral tomorrow, he’d call a demolition crew.