Photo by Wolf Schram
The night after Ella’s Mum’s funeral, an inexplicable fire came to their house and consumed everything.
Except, it didn’t consume everything: hours earlier, a grieving man was seen walking away from a car he had just parked on what he thought, in the dark of night, was an empty street.
Hours later, a bewildered Ella, was pulled out of a very deep sleep, in the back seat of the grieving man’s car by many flashlights aimed at her face… this is why she will never sell the car to you.
My response to the picture prompt from Sonya’s Three Line Tales. if you would like to try it out, click this link