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Time to Move Out

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely and talented Rochelle. The idea is to write approximately 100 words in response to a photo prompt. And 100 words is not a lot, let me tell you πŸ™‚

This week’s photo is of a staircase in an old building, and was supplied by Rochelle herself! You can read all the stories submitted for this week’s prompt by clicking on the little blue froggy.


Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Harold wheezed, out of breath, as he reached his apartment block. A sharp sound – crack! crack! emanated from a nearby alley as he unlocked the front door.

β€œDamn gangbangers!” he muttered as he stepped over the semi-conscious junkie in the doorway and went inside. Fifty years ago this had been a nice, quiet neighbourhood.

As he approached the stairs he heard a scream and a body crashed down, bouncing off the grill lining the stairwell. Harold took a quick look. That pusher from next door.

He pulled out his phone and called his daughter.

β€œHoney, is that room still going spare?”

  1. NotAPunkRocker
    March 21, 2014 at 6:53 pm

    Good one, though when I saw the title my first thought was “didn’t he just move?” LOL


    • March 21, 2014 at 7:18 pm

      I hope my new neighbourhood doesn’t go downhill like Harold’s did πŸ™‚


      • NotAPunkRocker
        March 21, 2014 at 8:07 pm

        It sounds like you should be ok for a while πŸ™‚


  2. March 21, 2014 at 7:11 pm

    Indeed, a dead body would be my last straw. I hope the room is still available. Great story!


    • March 21, 2014 at 7:19 pm

      I reckon his daughter has been after him to move in with her for a while, so I’m sure it is!


  3. March 21, 2014 at 8:56 pm

    i’m suprised he didn’t 911 first. 😦


    • March 22, 2014 at 5:05 am

      I think he’s become a little jaded. Maybe he called 999 after securing alternative accommodation πŸ˜‰


  4. March 21, 2014 at 8:56 pm

    I think I would have moved out a long time ago!


    • March 22, 2014 at 5:06 am

      Me too! I guess he’d been there for so long it was hard to let go.


      • March 23, 2014 at 8:35 pm

        That must have been a strong tie to keep them there through all that! At least he had somewhere to go though.


        • March 24, 2014 at 7:40 am

          It was, but this was the final straw. Unlike many I guess, he does have somewhere else to go.


  5. March 22, 2014 at 1:31 am

    Well I would move too!


    • March 22, 2014 at 5:07 am

      Yep, I’d definitely not want to stick around either. He’d lived there all his life though – hard to give up on his home.


  6. gentlestitches
    March 22, 2014 at 4:55 am

    the final straw! πŸ™‚


    • March 22, 2014 at 5:08 am

      Gangbangers – OK, junkies – whatever, dead bodies now? Time to go πŸ™‚


  7. March 22, 2014 at 6:58 am

    HaHa! He might be next if he doesn’t get out of there. Great take on the prompt!


    • March 22, 2014 at 7:33 am

      It might be best if he just calls a taxi right there and then – don’t wait to pack!


  8. March 22, 2014 at 7:05 am

    Brings a whole new meaning to “there goes the neighbourhood”. Nice one.


    • March 22, 2014 at 7:36 am

      It doesn’t sound like it could get much worse. A good time to leave.


  9. March 22, 2014 at 10:33 am

    haha i wouldn’t wanna live in that place either! dead bodies– definitely the final straw. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚


    • March 23, 2014 at 6:07 am

      He hung on as long as he could, but enough is enough πŸ™‚


  10. March 22, 2014 at 10:34 am

    Absolutely! No place to live. Real black comedy.


    • March 23, 2014 at 6:08 am

      Not the best of neighbourhoods certainly!


  11. Helena Hann-Basquiat
    March 22, 2014 at 12:01 pm

    Bad neighbourhood!


  12. March 22, 2014 at 9:37 pm

    Definitely time to move out!


    • March 23, 2014 at 6:09 am

      Yes, no place for anyone let alone an old man.


  13. March 22, 2014 at 11:28 pm

    This reminds me of my ex father in law. I didn’t think he would ever move out of the neighborhood he had lived in for forty years. When someone got shot on the corner, he left.


    • March 23, 2014 at 6:10 am

      I can imagine how hard it can be to leave somewhere after so long. I’m glad he got out.


  14. March 23, 2014 at 12:57 am

    Sounds like a good time to turn around and keep walking.


  15. March 23, 2014 at 1:58 am

    Yes, definitely the right time for an exit strategy.


    • March 23, 2014 at 6:10 am

      Probably way past time, but at least he’s leaving now.


  16. March 23, 2014 at 8:36 am

    Dear Ali,

    Smart man. Definitely time to move. Nicely done.




    • March 23, 2014 at 8:45 am

      Dear Rochelle,
      I can imagine a lot of people who have lived in a neighbourhood all their lives, reluctant to move, but finally things get to the point where they have no choice.


      • March 23, 2014 at 8:46 am

        Happens all the time. I see it in our old neighborhood. We moved 7 years ago…not as bad as the one in your story, but definitely time to “git out”.


        • March 23, 2014 at 8:53 am

          I just bought a house (my first!) last month. I paid the same for a one bed house that I could have paid for 2-3 bedrooms in some other places, but it’s a great location – a sleepy little Cornish village. Here’s hoping it stays that way!


  17. March 23, 2014 at 5:15 pm

    Ali, congratulations on the new house! It sounds as if it’s in a lovely place and long may it stay that way. As for your character, what a blessing he had someone to take him in and a place to move. So many can’t move, no matter the circumstances. I chuckled a bit of your last two words as I’m used to reading “going spare” in a completely different context, although he may have been doing that, too.



    • March 23, 2014 at 5:45 pm

      Thanks! The only thing I can hear in the morning is the tweeting of birds rather than the roar of the main road and the thumping of the toddler upstairs. Lovely!
      He was lucky that he had somewhere to go. I also know the other meaning of “going spare” – I guess he was at that point!


  18. March 24, 2014 at 7:45 am

    I’d leave before I packed. Good for the daughter to have a room nearby. Excellent! Nan


    • March 24, 2014 at 12:55 pm

      Yes, I think it’s best just to call a taxi or wait kerbside for his daughter and get straight out of there.


  19. March 24, 2014 at 7:03 pm

    I can well imagine why he has no option anymore!Sigh!Times-they are a changing 😦 Excellent take on the signs of time and the havoc it is creating in many people’s lives DR:-)


    • March 25, 2014 at 7:38 am

      Thanks. Some neighbourhoods go down hill while others become “desirable”. ‘Tis the way of the world.


  20. March 25, 2014 at 1:53 pm

    Good story even though it was a bad neighorhood. Well done.


    • March 25, 2014 at 3:28 pm

      Fortunately a neighbourhood our protagonist is escaping from.


  21. April 3, 2014 at 7:35 am

    Oh wait a minute, there’s excitement in hearing gun shots and seeing dead body’s roll down stair cases. That’s never happened to me. I wish I could be satisfied with less adventures and not want to always see more.


    • April 3, 2014 at 7:39 am

      Be careful what you wish for!
      I think if I ever heard a real gun shot I’d never leave home again 😦


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