The house

In all his years as a trained accountant Marvin had never dreaded a call more than the one he was about to make; that includes the first time he had to call a client to explain that there was a thief within his family. This was not just any client, but a swear-on-the-coat of-arms-defend-my family’s-honour-above-all-else kind of guy.
He listened to the dial tone, anxiously waiting for the voice on the other side.

“Hi, Marvin and what do you want now?”

Exhaling “Hi Angie, nice to hear your voice too.”

“Sorry, how are you and what do you want?” She asked less irritated.

“I was hoping we could talk about the plans for the house.”

“What plans? There’s only one plan, refurbish and sell.”

“I don’t think we should sell it. It’s the only legacy we have.”

“Legacy? Are you kidding? Know what I don’t have time for this, talk to the rest and get back to me.”

She hung up.

He sighed and she was supposed to be the most flexible one.


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph was supplied  by Ellespeth’s friend (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.

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18 thoughts on “The house

  1. Like Ali, It appears Marvin is a sibling or at least a family member. I’m confused as Angie is suppose to be the “defend your family at all costs” type of person, yet she is very rude to Marvin. Other than that confusion, it is an excellent story.

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