Thursday, April 02, 2015

The Rest House

Copyright Lauren Moscato

It was bitterly cold when Paul Getty, Jr. saw a door and windows appear on the brick wall in the abandoned building at the end of the lane.

A vagabond of no fixed address he had changed his name by deed poll earlier in the year.  Rubbing his eyes he cursed the cheap Vodka that he had found in the street.

He clambered on to the back of the parked Ute and swung himself up.  The door opened to a cosy apartment and the warmth lulled him to sleep.

They found him next day frozen to death on the pavement.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Last week I wrote my entry after the link had closed, this week I am on time and hopefully this time there will be visitors.

22 comments :

  1. A sad tale! clever use of the prompt...

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    1. Tank you, I am glad you liked it.

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  2. Sounds like he wasn't able to swing himself up after all - damn that cheap vodka! Great story.

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    1. Sometimes it's just an illusion. Thanks for reading and commenting Joy.

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  3. A very sad story, reminded me of The Little Matchgirl.

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    1. Oh! Wow! I'll take that compliment anytime. Thanks Sandra.

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  4. Whoa! This is good. Did not expect that ending. Nice turnabout.

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    1. Thanks Alicia I am glad you liked it.

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  5. Sad story. Looks like the door was not real but the prospect of it was enough to give comfort to a dying man. Well done.

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    1. That it was indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting Perry.

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  6. Dear Subroto,

    Such a sad tale. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks Rochelle I am glad you liked it.

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  7. That was really sad. Was not expecting the ending. Very creative and nice take on the prompt.

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    1. Thanks for those words of appreciation Rachel.

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  8. Dear Subroto,

    This is how I want to go, if go I must, and it appears there is no way out. A very nice story and a brief glimpse down that road we all must travel one day.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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    1. am hoping to avoid that road for a long time. Thanks for reading and commenting Doug.

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  9. Oh dear - at least it sounds like he was happy at the end, even if it was all a delusion. Clever story.

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    1. Happiness in the end is the best we can hope for. Thanks for your comments Margaret.

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  10. What a shane. I don't think I'd trust anything I found on the street. He was in really bad shape. Well written, Subroto. --- Suzanne

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    1. True but the choice was his. Thanks for commenting Suzanne, I am glad you liked the story.

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