The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
The Blind Date
by E.A. Black
‘Where are you?’ Jeanette texted. It was the third time she asked. She hated it when men kept her waiting.
‘Here.’ Her phone pinged. It took him over a minute to return her text. What was he, some kind of Luddite?
She climbed the steep stairs past the wrought iron gate towards the abandoned Hasker mansion. The place had been in disrepair for decades. Didn’t anyone own it? The brick monstrosity was a real fixer-upper, if you didn’t mind lead paint peeling from the walls and poisoned water from bad pipes.
‘Where is here? I’m on the stairs. Out of breath, if you may ask.’
‘In the ballroom.’ he texted after 45 seconds. At this rate, she’d be inside the house before she caught up with him.
The tall wooden door creaked as she used all her strength…
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