The house had been boarded up for years and was probably infested with rats and mice and more than one dead animal stinking up the place. But, even with both a physical and emotional egress, he was blindingly aware he couldn’t avoid it any longer.
It was the house he grew up in. The house where he watched his sister grow from a beautiful girl into an addicted, decaying woman, surely trying to escape the memories of the house. It was the place where he cried in the corner as he watched his drunken father mutilate his mother, hoping he wasn’t and praying he would, be the next victim.
It was the place that killed his spirit and his childhood. The crumbling walls, rotting floorboards and overgrown foliage were the best things that had happened to it for decades.
The house that killed his family was finally facing its demise.
The word for this flash is EGRESS with a word limit of 150. This flash comes in precisely at 150.