“Fin-al-ly!” Dana exhaled as she stood in the corner, admiring her job well done. Her father had passed away six months ago and she finally managed to tidy his house for the market. However, her admiration was disrupted by a scream. Immediately, she raced to the backyard where her daughter, Alicia, stood, pointing at something. “What is it?” Both of them approached. It was a barn, hidden away behind the trees.They pushed the doors open and jaws dropped immediately. Inside the barn were piles of newspapers, books, thousands of lights hung from the ceiling, and lingerie. “Holy son of a hoarder!”
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.