An Unexpected Trip

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Cover image: pixabay.com.

Submitted: October 16, 2019

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An Unexpected Trip

 

We’d only planned on taking a short trip in to town, and maybe that’s what we would have done if it had not been for that single red leaf.

What it was about it that drew my attention, I’ve no idea. Perhaps it was because it was all on its own. I know that sounds crazy, but leaves tend to blow down in groups; this time it was just a solitary one.

And just like that we are on a road trip, going in to territory that we have never explored before. All because of my lack of concentration and that missed sign post.

We could turn back,” Mark said, but why would we. It was not as if either of us had anything else that had to be done.

No, let’s not,” I said. “Let’s just drive and explore.”

We headed further and further away from town. The leaves now were falling thick and fast. Their shades of red, orange and yellow made me think of a wildfire, with flames licking downwards instead of up, but just as thoroughly engulfing the ground beneath.

The roads became more rutted the further we went from town. We’d take a turning left, then maybe another, before taking a right turn. There were houses, but not many. There was plenty of distance between each one. All of them seemed to be well-maintained. I guess that was what made it stand out to us; a fence in disrepair didn’t seem to fit in to the surroundings.

Mark, pull over,” I said. I don’t know what made me say it, what gave me the idea that this fence could be leading to somewhere special, but I felt like I had to go and look.

Mark locked the car and joined me at the fence. We could just make out the roof of a building, the top of a gable wall. The grounds surrounding it all looked to be over-grown. It had to be empty.

I began to pull myself up and over the fence.

What are you doing, Cath?” Mark grabbed my arm. “You can’t just walk in to a place like this. It’s trespassing.”

Come on,” I said. “Let’s go and get a better look. I bet you it’s empty.”

And what if it isn’t?”

I’ll say that we’re lost and ask for directions.” I smiled at Mark and I knew I’d won. He’d come with me rather than leave me to go one my own.

The house was perfect! Okay, it wasn’t perfect. Two of the windows were broken, the frames rotten. The door would need replacing too, and that was just an instant impression. It was going to need a lot of work, but it could be perfect. No, make that ‘would’ be perfect, for there, half obscured by the ivy that had taken root, was a ‘For Sale’ sign.

Have you got a pen?” I asked Mark, and he took one from his jacket pocket, scribbled down the phone number.

We'd found our perfect home, all thanks to one inconsequential falling leaf. Now all we have to do was find our way back to our rented flat and make a phone call.

 

 


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