|The author, Dane F. Baylis|
Select An Image And Write At Least One Hundred Words Of Flash Fiction
He stood looking at the house. He couldn't tell you why it was so important. But it was. So he'd located the owner through the rental agency and made an offer. His wife kept telling him he shouldn't bother people with his wild daydreams.
Almost as quickly as he'd made his proposal they came back with an acceptance. The next step was, well, the next step. So now it was his and there was nothing for him to go back to. Everything to the north was behind him. He could file his retirement papers from here, have his computer and a few essentials shipped in air freight, call the lawyer and have him handle the division of the property.
She came out of the door on to the patio and raised her hand to shield her eyes. He raised a hand, thinking to wave, then changed his mind and let it drop back to his side. He could see her draw a deep breath, shake her head, wipe at her eyes and turn to walk to the waiting cab. He kicked off his shoes and turned away, walking up the beach. There was soft music coming from the cantina ahead.
He looked back at the house. The cab was gone. He couldn't tell you why all this seemed so important. It just was.
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