“One, two, three – what do I see?” My words were slurred. “Four, five, six – stucco instead of bricks.”
Home for Spring Break, I found myself in front of number 456.
I had never seen a person there nor a light on. Ever. Who took care of the flowers? I was about to find out.
I took another sip from the flask before daring the stairs.
I reached the top. The mystery of “Malibu Home in Minnesota” was about to be solved.
Inside seemed normal at first. Out of the windows I could see the suns set over the mountains.
OK, I get the hint. This is part 2 of my FF story, though I hope it can be read as a standalone as well…
Word count = 100