The Close

Flash Fiction

The buyer could see the wide Missouri River. She sighed. “It is beautiful I’m sure.” But still, she hesitated.

The realtor could see the painted brow and stiff lips. Always Be Closing took command.

“The windows are gabled. The doors locked secure.” He began. “And there’s one other detail about the price.”

“Yes.” The mention of the payment allured a response.

“It is only 2000 a month for the flood insurance.” A happy grabby turn of smile gripped his lips.

“In Memphis?”

A wait… A pause… He was nonchalant but only coughed.

“That is a bargain.”