Grace

I don’t remember his name, but I remember his house. Or, I thought I did. That was until Grace answered the door.

The old woman who’d lived there for decades.

So I tried next door, and a few doors down, even across the street.

But here’s the thing. I’m sure that’s his house. Despite being drunk that night, I remembered it distinctively, especially its Victorian architecture, much different from the white picket fence homes surrounding it, and I wondered if he was a writer. Guy like that, living in a house like that. It only made sense.

Now nothing makes sense.

A to Z Challenge theme: A Drabble for a Tag

This year, I’m giving you 26 drabbles (100-word stories) using some of my favorite unused or underused tags.

Today’s tag is “Grace.”

Read previous: “F” is for “Friday the 13th.”

Read next: “H” is for “Hidden Message.”

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Nortina S.

Nortina Simmons is a fiction writer and poet. She likes to write the stories she wants to read. That could be romance, that could be faith-based, that could be something thrilling or something scary. She doesn’t confine her reading tastes to a box, so she can’t confine her writing either. Nortina has stories and poems published in midnight & indigo, pure haiku, Minerva Rising Press, Agave Magazine, and more!