PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
You know the Red Mountain Market and Deli? Closed up, oh, fifteen years ago I guess. Round the time we had that spate of fires.
Owner was a guy called Stanley Ludd – brick-coloured hair, smelled of old books and floral disinfectant. Ran the place with his mother, Coral, and what a mean old biddy she was – used to bawl poor Stanley out in front of the customers, beat him sometimes.
She died in one of those fires, got trapped in the library somehow.
Never saw a prettier sight than all that paper burning, flames the colour of new bricks.
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Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See here to join in and to read the other stories.
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