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The door squealed. Suzanne entered the stagnant house, admiring photographs, antiques. She held a bottle of pills; in case of emergency.
Usual smell: dying geriatrics. Still, it was a goldmine.
The kitchen housed a dinner set which matched the silverware she picked up last week. In the bedroom she found some earrings; perfect for her sister's wedding. She grabbed other bits and pieces to hoard in her attic.
The door squealed again. She stuffed her sack in a closet.
"Excuse me! What are you doing in my father’s house?”
"Sally? Nurse Suzanne. We met last week. Just picking up some things." She rattled the pills.
The Joneses should have gone with the nursing home on the other side of town.
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Didn't read 'original' but love this story. Have worked with 'dying geriatrics' (great phrase) and wouldn't give some people hired to look after them the time of day. I bet you could come up with a better/tighter last line, although this one says it well enough. Very good story.
Yeah, they sure should have gone with the other option. This read through easily enough. "Dying geriatrics" was an attention getter. I think you might need comma after "stagnant house"
