It’s time for another Friday Fictioneers. These are so addictive! I start looking for “This Week’s Photo Promt” on Tuesdays.
Why did Frank want me to meet him here? He knows I hate this house. I haven’t been able to come here for years.
He left a note on the front door: Find me.
I thought about turning around and going home.
Yet, here I stand in this hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. I slowly walked down the hall stopping briefly at each door. Tears welled in my eyes the farther down the hall I moved.
The last door had another note: NOT HERE!
I sighed, and turned back down the hall.
Word Count: 94
Edited (Thanks Amy)