Friday Fictioneers – Cold Callers

ff090714From around the corner came a man dressed in royal blue. Lifeless, red eyes at No. 39 widened behind net curtains, only to narrow as the man stopped and turned into No. 36.

Reaching a faded green door, the man in blue paused – a single finger ran down his clipboard.

Overhead angry clouds grumbled; heavy drops of rain began to fall. A flash of lightening streaked across the troubled sky.

The path to No. 36 now lay quiet; dark puddles formed in the empty street. The curtains at No. 39 fell still in despair – perhaps tomorrow would be their day.

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These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

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11 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Cold Callers

  1. Sarah Ann

    I’m worried for anyone who happens to call at no. 39 after reading this. Can’t decide if everyone needs rehousing – hence the clipboard – or it’s a street populated by vampires and the like. Suitably ambiguous. Well done.

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