“It’s a great fixer-upper…perfect for newlyweds,” the realtor chimed as I scribbled my signature.
With naivety and honeymoon smiles, my husband and I gazed at the crumbling castle that we vowed to make our kingdom.
Only two weeks later, I came home with paint and paste to find him drilling something other than the floorboards.
There comes a point when you can only repair something so much.
Despite his praying and pleading, I knew there was no way to restore this to its original beauty.
No more wasting time with tools.
With gasoline and a lighter, I make my final improvement.
I truly appreciate you taking the time to read my contribution to this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the magnificent Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I’ll keep this short, because I’m sure you have better things to do than read my blabbering- like checking out some other stories from fellow fictioneers!
Eternally grateful for your love and support,