Sometimes it sounds as if the house is breathing.
A soft, quiet sound.
Might be from the leaky faucet or the old furnace.
Might be the scrapings in a distant gravel pit warped by old walls.
Might be wild-running imagination.
Nothing but to shrug and say, “Old houses make strange sounds” and let it go.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
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