Open House | 100-Words Daily
#007
They usually came in two by two, hoping to be chosen. Make a good first impression. Ask the right questions. Give the perfect answers.
In this town, houses chose their occupants. One wrong move and chances of having a place to live vanish.
In walks a young couple. Woman carrying child. Sympathy, perhaps? What house would turn down providing a home for a child?
She put the child down for a second. And there he goes. Racing down the hall, pushing open every door. Giggling all the way down a flight of stairs.
Application fine print reads: NO CHILDREN ALLOWED.
Sweating in the driveway, he remembers the allowances the law extends for animals left in cars. “Could I even smash a car window in?" he wonders.
This is Carl’s version of self-flagellation for locking himself out of the house again. “Almost here?” he texts.
Just as he hits “send” Samantha skids up behind him and springs from her car. “Why are you sitting in the hot car?” “Also, this is the second time in two weeks, you’re gonna get me fired!”
“I know, sorry!” he whines.
“I love yous” are exchanged and Samantha speeds away as fast as she arrived.
The fair housing board would like to have a conversation with this house....