#ThursThreads Week 96 : A Clip From NaNoWriMo

The front door shut behind him, the thunk signifying the end of everything that had been, and the start of something completely new. Hank walked to the old Jeep he’d purchased with part of the money he got for the house. He’d be long gone before anyone knew what was happening.

He didn’t even look at the house. He got in his Jeep, turned it on, put it in gear, and drove away. He knew exactly what would happen when the new home owners arrived. When they unlocked that front door, and pushed it open.

The entire neighborhood would find out.

He drove for three hours before he stopped for lunch in a little town call Silver, at a diner called “Marcia’s Munchies”. He sat at the bar, and ordered a beer, and a burger and fries. As he ate, he watched the TV over the bar.

It was the Global News Channel. They had cameras on the ground, reporting on the home explosion, and fire in a suburb of Columbia. The fire was still raging. The explosion killed the new homeowners. A married couple and their three children. It destroyed 8 houses around it, and damaged nearly forty. Eight people were in critical condition in hospitals, including two baby girls. 35 people had been treated for various injuries.

Hank sat at the bar, and smiled. “It’s moving day.” He paid for his food, and continued his journey to his new home, in Kentucky. “It’s moving day.”

245 Words

I wrote this for Siobhan Muir‘s #ThursThreads, Week 96. It’s a little clip from the NaNoWriMo story I am working on Hope you like it. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are good reading.

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