African Pear Tree with Fruit. Courtesy: gibex.com |
Today’s
Prompt:
You put your house on the market and, on the
first day, an extremely old woman comes knocking on your door. She’s not
interested in buying your house, though. Instead, she tells you that this is
the house she lived in as a child. The friendly mood suddenly changes when she
reveals something terrible that took place in the house years ago.
Courtesy:
writersdigest.com
Link for Day
2: DAY 2: Plague House Word Count:
2,721
Wish
I could write the prompt says it all.
But that would be lazy. I’m supposed to add my own twist to the story, right?
The
rains are upon us in Nigeria. And it just so happens to be the season for the African pear. Many people probably never
heard of the African pear fruit
before. It’s what you got in the image up there. It goes best with roasted or
boiled maize corn. Take it with any of the two and it slides down your throat
like silk. Oil palm plantations like African
pear trees are lush in down south Nigeria. I employed these two items in
inventing a story of the paranormal about a house that didn’t much fancy families.
In
the words of one of the characters in the story,
“Something here does not have
much respect for family maybe, because it was deprived of its loved ones in its
own lifetime.”
Keep
your pen bleeding.
Akpan
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