Never Buy an Online Restaurant (148 Words)
It seemed like a deal too good to be true. Mick’s dreams of running his own restaurant seemed so immediate and so real that he closed the deal on Ebay and dropped out of school.
He thought twice too late. The “restaurant” had clearly not been used for years. Mick doubted if there were even electricity.
He kicked a chair and it instantly collapsed like a brittle toy.
“Hey. That’s my chair!”
Mick turned around. His eyes widened with surprise to see the little creature sitting at a nearby table. It was small and fat and furry.
“I’m sorry,” said Mick.
“Don’t kick what isn’t yours,” said the house fairy. “Sit down and have supper with me.”
Mick sat down. He was surprised his chair held him. The supper itself was good fish—surprisingly good. Mick asked without raising his eyes from his plate,
“Uh—you like cooking?”
Written in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer‘s photo prompt. Photo (c) Yinglan. Check it out!