|PHOTO PROMPT -© Dawn Q. Landau|
A country escape was what the real estate agent had promised. There is a disused train track bordering the estate he said. The house inspection over she wanted to explore.
A brisk walk and we were walking along the tracks. We saw them in the distance, the girl with her backpack and the dog trudging behind her. We shouted a greeting but they turned into surrounding bushes and went out of sight.
On the way out the agent met us.
“Enjoyed your walk? The locals believe the estate has a ghost child and her dog who wander around”, he chuckled.
***Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100
What a change from the late entry last week, an entry on time. And my second of the week as I was not sure if the first one worked.