The Money Pit

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium

Submitted: August 29, 2018

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The Money Pit.

We couldn’t have been looking through rose-tinted glasses. Not both of us at the same time, surely. Perhaps it was a rose-tinted windscreen in the car as we drove up to the house. For hadn’t we both been equally thrilled by it. I think the desire, the total compulsion to live there was felt by both of us with the same intensity.

Maybe we should have gone back again, before we let ourselves become so dazzled by what that building would become. A dream come true, it seemed. Our ideal home! We could see it how it would be, somewhere to relax in, somewhere to be proud of.

Better, maybe, if we had spent some time looking at what it really was. A wreck of a house, more or less derelict. The timbers were rotten, part of the roof had even collapsed. Did we think of all the work, all the costs? All the time that we would have to spend living in a caravan while the work was completed? All the times when work would have to cease while we saved up for the next job to be carried out?

No, we did not. Two years on and it’s far from complete. That rose-tinted screen had bedazzled us in to purchasing what can only be described as amoney pit’.


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