Thursday, December 17, 2015

A View With the Room

PHOTO PROMPT- © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The views, as the agent had described, were stunning.  Words had been bandied about.

Words like “solidly constructed”, “modern liveability”, “sweeping city and rural views” and the kitchen, an entertainer’s delight ”.     

The neighbours were a mile away; “assured privacy” and “reclusive charm”.                                                                                                                      
Different from the inner city living, he had said, but plenty of room for visitors.

Sure, a forty mile drive to the country is all they want to do on the weekend, she muttered to herself.

A dollop of dishwashing liquid in the gravy ought to convince him of the need to be closer to civilization, she thought.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

Another year at the Fictioneer's prompt is about to come to an end, so time to have some fun this week, no darkness maybe some wickedness :-)

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14 comments :

  1. Oh what is wrong with her? This is MY dream!!! ;-)
    How much harm can a drop of dishwashing liquid do? Other than taste bad...
    I was totally sold on the place.

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    1. But not her dream I'll let yoi know once it is on the market. :-) She doesn't want to kill him, just make hime sick enough to move back to civilization. Thanks for reading and commenting Dale.

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  2. For some reason this reminded me of the old TV show Green Acres (yeah, I'm showing my age). Cute story. I enjoyed it.

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    1. Thanks for your comments Chris, I am glad you like the story.

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  3. Dear Subroto,

    Obviously this is not a happy woman. Forty miles isn't that bad of a drive. Dish soap in the gravy doesn't sound appetizing. Eeew.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    PS Well written.

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    1. Well you know Rochelle, some people are meant to be city dwellers. Thank you for your comments I am glad you liked it.

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  4. I wonder if it helps... Maybe just telling him her mind might be better than to spice up the gravy.

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    1. What have an actual conversation? Now that's an idea. Thanks for your comments Björn.

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  5. Somehow I think it may take more than a drop of washing up liquid. Nice try though.

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    1. You make do with what you have :-) Thanks for your comments Sandra

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  6. She doesn't need to worry. The city will build out to them in a few years. I think I'd taste the soap before I ate enough to make me sick. Well done, Subroto. --- Suzanne

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    1. Rat poison would have worked better I think but I went with the view :-)
      Thanks for your comments Suzanne I am glad you liked it.

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  7. I believe Mr Stephen King would happily pick up from here...

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    1. Thanks Umashankar but still a long way to go to be in that exalted company :-)

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