‘Don’t mind that,’ she said, guiding him through the hallway and round the shattered remains of a mirror.
‘Just through there,’ she pointed him through a glass door whose splintered panes were held together by sticking tape.
‘Take a seat,’ she smiled at him. He looked at the living room strewn with broken chairs, a table with only three legs, a cracked television on the wall.
He settled in an armchair with only one arm.
The dear old lady balanced on a rickety dining chair. ‘Now dear, you said you wanted to talk to me about something called Home and Contents Insurance?’
‘Erm…’ he gulped.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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