This week’s photo prompt is provided by Uday, with the blog, Udayology
It was the final day of our vacation, and I’d ventured out alone to purchase a few more souvenirs from the local vendors. Satisfied with my wares, I hurried back to the resort. I cast a weary glance just beyond the locked and armed gates. There stood the abandoned building, a prominent fixture in the blighted region the resort staffed warned us to avoid.
Our patio offered a unique view of the area. During the day, all was still and quiet. After sunset, the building came alive with the sounds of native music, hardy laughter, and loud voices. The smell of local cuisine and cheap liquor filled the air.
After the third night, I asked our housekeeper about attending the party. Her response chilled me:
Señora, Es una fiesta de los muertos
Translation: It is a party of the dead.
word count: 140
This is my offering for 58th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the gracious and lovely Priceless Joy. The photo prompt was provided by Uday at Udayology.