Their school year had already begun when he looked around their 10-year-old house and said, “How about we move?”
His wife glanced up from grading homework, glasses perched down her nose. Eyebrows raised, lips pursed, she said, “Okay.”
And that was how they ended up in front of the 1917 farmhouse in a town of 257 people. Only the wind spoke, with an occasional canine interjection.
“It’s about half our current mortgage,” she noted, as they surveyed almost an acre of yard.
“It may need some work,” he observed, peeking around a musty, boarded-up section.
“It’s perfect,” they said, completely smitten.
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I love old farmhouses. Nice feel good flash.
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Me, too! I’m not sure I’d have the energy to do all that work, but I certainly love the IDEA of doing so.
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Ahh, what a nice piece of flash. 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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