Morning all and happy Thursday. I have to say I have had a really good week writing wise. The words are flowing and not to jinx it but people seem content to leave me alone to work. It’s been kind of nice. There is nothing worse then having someone stop by when you are in the middle of writing and start their interruption by asking how the writing is going. But thus far the week has been good. Let’s jump into today’s writing frame of mind by starting our fifteen minute writing prompt. Timers set and off we go.
Not sure of the story line but I do like the feel of starting something new.
Thursday, February 26th: There was a deep crack running through it.
There was a deep crack running through it. Rachel stared at it as the realtor talked about the school district. Kevin nodded as though he thought we had kids or were planning to. The realtor, a man named Kyle, said barely three words to her, directing nearly every comment to Kevin.
She stared at the foundation crack until Kyle led them inside. They entered the kitchen. Here Kyle finally looked at her. He talked about how thrilled she would be to make meals in this kitchen. It was, to his credit, a nice kitchen. Everything looked freshly installed and she doubted anything was more than a few years old. She looked to the wall where she knew the foundation crack to be and saw things were slightly out of whack on that wall. It wasn’t much but a couple of the upper cabinets didn’t close quite right, the edges less than square.
‘Settling,’ she could hear her father practically grunt the word in her ear. He was a contractor and often took her out with him. At home he repaired and renovated their home and then once it was perfect and ready for a photo op, he would sell it and move them to somewhere else that needed a lot of work. He was a man who had a hard time settling. Or holding still.
While he liked his sports, football, baseball, soccer and even a few others, he listened to the games on an old radio while he worked in the garage. They had a television but as Rachel liked to read and her father loved his radio, it was rarely on. Rachel remembered it being on for the nightly news just before her father sent her to to get ready for bed. She would brush her teeth, change into pajamas, get tucked in and then the television would switch off with him going back out to the garage to work on projects until bedtime.
It had only been the two of them and he made sure to teach her what he knew so that when it came time to purchase her own home, she wouldn’t be ‘hoodwinked by fast talking salesmen.’
She wasn’t certain Kyle counted as fast talking, but he was certainly a salesman. They left the kitchen. Kyle returned to talking to Kevin and only bothered to address her when they came to the smallest bedroom which he thought would be perfect for a nursery.
Rachel kept quiet, knowing this was not the house for her. It was the last on the list and Rachel thought the house they saw earlier in the day, despite it’s flaws was the one she was going to be putting an offer in on. They made it through the tour and Kevin shook Kyles hand and promised they would think about the house.
Then they were free to go. They got into their car and drove off. “So how did I do keeping the odious salesman occupied while you looked at things?” Kevin asked.
“Really great. I think I am going to go with the Oakhurst property,” Rachel said.
“Not this one?” Kevin asked with a frown. “The kitchen was gorgeous.”
“Crack in the foundation,” Rachel said. She could almost feel her father nodding in agreement. “And as the Oakhurst place is substantially less I can use the savings to fix the cosmetic issues in the house.”
While looking a bit more worn and tired than other places, Rachel know all the problems she could identify were just cosmetic ones. “I’ll have the inspector go through it just in case,” she reminded both herself and Kevin. “Thanks for agreeing to come with me.”
Ten til Midnight 