Tag: 100 word story

The corners of windowsills crusted with dust and dirt. White paint peeled off the edges to reveal rotting wood underneath. I place my hands on the window’s latches to free the locks, but they don’t budge. More white paint comes off, sticking to my hands. The sour scent of rust lingered. “These windows haven’t been touched in ages,” I tell Grandma, “When was the last time you opened them?” She doesn’t answer. I turn around to ask again, but she isn’t there. “Grandma?” I call out. As I leave to look for her, I hear soft laughter behind a door.