This is my submission to the Fifty word story contest. Hope you like it.
“I love this porch,” he said.
“I do, too. You’re early for the hunt,” I said looking up from my book.
“What hunt?” he asked.
“The one tonight at eight,” I said.
“I just came for the porch and the rocking chair,” he said.
I turned and he was gone.
photo and house are mine.
#fiftywordshortstory.
Thank you 
