Friedman, Stephen - The House At The Edge Of The Dark
Out walking in Prague, our narrator finds a phone on a bench.
Sound advice is to ignore the device and stroll on.
Instead, he picks it up, scrolls through images, even forwards one to himself.
That is of a house he has passed dozens of times. Why had the owner taken a photo of it? If they were so curious, maybe he should be.
And so, down the dark end of the street he walks.
A short curio, not lacking merit. I find Friedman has a wonderful pattern of sentencing that young writers would be wise to study.
The novelette itself resembles a trap, a snare, grim and effective.