I was going through some old notes and found a 100 Word Story that I wrote several months ago. The photo prompt was of a burnt electrical socket –
She signed papers and left the lawyer’s office as a single homeowner with a key. If nothing else, it drew a line between the old problems and the new. The jakes only flushed occasionally. A window leaked. And then, on the third morning, the outlet where her coffeepot plugged in caught fire.
That one hurt.
She couldn’t afford an electrician. Or a plumber. She would learn. She would have to learn.
By the end of a week, she was aware of the ghost. Well, that’s why the house was cheap. This she could handle.
As soon as the coffeepot worked.