“Well, there’s your problem.” The old man spat, then crossed himself. “Faerie road, out there in the marshes. Pointed to your house.”
I blinked. Twice. “What?”
“Aye. Brings the old ones out, it will. The sounds, the bangs, the cracks, the bugs. None of it the house. Their doing. All of it.”
He leaned toward me. “I know one who could fix it. But not a carpenter. An exterminator.”
Okay. “What’s his name?”
“Don’t worry about that, now,” he said. “Just … well, sometimes they’re angry when their roads are broken. Consider moving. Might be easier.”
Suddenly I really missed Chicago.
Word Count: 100
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Great story. I want to know more. Love the character of old man.
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Old Man has shown up in a couple of my Friday Fictioneers stories already. 🙂
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A good laugh!
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Hard to imagine someplace worse than Chicago. Them Faeries’ll do it every time. 😉
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On the other hand, it might be interesting to have a respectful conversation with the fae and see if some accommodation can be made! 🙂
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I like that old man, I bet he has a good chuckle and is friends with the carpenter. Eventually the narrator will be laughing with the crowd, after paying them a few rounds at the pub. Or not. Fun story.
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I love the idea that this might be an elaborate hoax; I hadn’t thought of that.
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This was a most fun read! Love the old man’s character!
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And that’s just one of the surprises a city-dweller is in for when he moves to the country. I like this very much.
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Brought to mind some of the old Irish tales. I enjoyed it a lot!
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