The constant stream of visitors was getting irritating. They had never been the social types and had gone through some effort to acquire this place. The real estate agent had mentioned an auction. But as the big fella was personally involved it was easy to ‘persuade’ interested parties to back off. The owners needed no further convincing and readily signed on the dotted line.
The wooden planks were to deter the nosy
parkers and the thorny bushes were a masterstroke. Yet they kept on ringing the bell.
“Say mister you know your sign is spelled
incorrectly?”
Heads would roll.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count: 100
Putting in an extra entry this week. Had to. Especially after reading this brilliant entry violation that made me look at the image again.
Dear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot to be said for knowing how to spell. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. There is a lot to be said for looking before you leap :-)
DeleteI know I'd feel like mentioning it, too, whether or not I actually did. But they might make it into my blog when I did a grammar nazi post. :-)
ReplyDeletejanet
I saw 'trespassing' the first time, so needed a correction :-)
DeleteI suspect the locals were taking advantage of the misspelling in order to sabotage the plans of their new, antisocial neighbours. I wonder why they wanted such seclusion, though? Now that's a story.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Ann. Who knows why they wanted such seclusion, maybe mummified bodies are involved?
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