Story created in response to Zachary Pettit’s writing prompt “Full Disclosure” found in his Promptly blog post: What do you want to see in Writer’s Digest?, 4 May 2011.
The Devil’s in the Details (word count: 480)
They toured the house with the real-estate agent.
“We love it,” he said. “Is there anything we should know about the house’s past?”
The agent looked down.
“That can’t be a good thing,” the husband whispered to his wife.
She looked at the agent staring at her shoes and quietly replied, “I’m sure it’s nothing. Why would she bring us here if something horrible had happened?”
“Nothing has happened in this house…” the real estate agent began.
“See, honey… I told you,” she cut in.
“…BUT,” continued the agent, looking at the husband, “you’re going to die here.”
The couple looked at each other, then back at the agent, mouths working soundlessly.
“Yes, you heard me correctly,” she said, then smiled.
The wife gaped at the real estate agent for a few seconds, the husband’s brow furrowed.
“Oh! I get it,” the wife said, turning to her husband. “She means we’re going to buy the house and live out our lives here.” Looking back at the agent, she said “Whew! You really had us going there for a second.”
“I hope you aren’t upset. I can just tell how much you both like it,” the real estate agent replied.
“Like it? It’s perfect!” gushed the wife. “Look at the view from this loft. And at this price, it’s almost like my prayers have been answered.”
“Honey,” interrupted the husband. “Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, drawing her to a corner away from the agent.
“What’s wrong?” asked the wife.
“I’m not exactly sure, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this. It’s too perfect. And what she said…”
“It was a joke, dear,” the wife replied. “An awkward one, but just a joke. Everything is going to be all right. We’re going to be happy here.”
“I don’t know. I think we should go home and think about it.”
“What’s there to think about?” she contested. “It’s everything we’ve been looking for and for less than we were willing to pay.”
“That’s kind of what I mean,” he said, glancing over at the smiling real estate agent. “You know what they say about if something seems too good.”
“Yes, I know what they say and here’s what I have to say… go over there and sign the papers or I’m leaving you!”
Shocked, the husband hung his head, sighed, walked over to the real estate agent and signed the papers.
“It’s okay,” the she whispered to him as he turned toward the stairs. “You’re wife is going to love the house.”
“I so will! I’ll be the envy of all my friends!” the wife exclaimed, signing the papers. “I’d have sold my soul for this house.”
“I know,” said the real estate agent. A wicked smirk and gleam in her eye accompanied the yelp and sound of the husband tumbling down the stairs. “You just did.”
**Note: The first three lines, in bold, were provided as part of the writing prompt.