The light flickered and went out

A final prompt from a Dean Writers Circle workshop, stolen for my FaceBook prompts.

‘This is our new home?’ Julie dropped the cases she carried to the wet ground and stared.
‘Told you it was quaint, didn’t I?’ Alex paused beside her, a huge box cradled in his arms. He grinned.
‘Quaint is an interesting word,’ Julie muttered.

The grey stone farmhouse squatted bleakly at the end of a cracked concrete path where sickly weeds gasped for purchase. Scrappy grass spread either side of the path, f...