“Just look at this place.” D.S Fenworthy gawked at the magnificence of the ancient building in front of them.
“Don’t tell me you’re one of those” replied D.I Lucy, mildly amused at his reaction.
“One of who?” He asked pausing in his tracks.
“Never mind”. D.I Lucy shrugged. Marching into the building, knowing fully well she had touched a nerve with him. Fenworthy was too curious for his own good which was a great thing in his line of work, but a thorn in other aspects of his life.
“One of who boss?“, Fenworthy pressured on. Increasing the pace of his footsteps to catch up with her.
They arrived in front of a ginormous metal gate, with no means of opening. It brought them back to the grim reality of why they were there in the first place. D.I Lucy placed her badge in front of a camera which was embedded on one side of the wall and thought to herself, oh the evils that lurk behind closed doors.
word count: 169. The above story is in response to Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writer’s photo prompt challenge hosted by Priceless Joy, where each week we are provided with a photo and are to write a 75-175 story surrounding it. Thank you very much @majesticgoldenrose for this week’s photo.