The dilapidated house looked nothing like the description in the ad. Sure, it said that “some touch-up required”, but this needs a bulldozer, thought Steve.
Alas Elle was excited; she loved anything old and rundown — like him for instance. Steve sighed, following.
He saw what needed to be done; where Elle saw the potential he only saw work; this place is fine only if you are a dreamer.
“Come in”, a soft voice seemed to beckon, and as they crossed the threshold, they saw how the evening sunlight grazed the worn hardwood floors and how the layers of peeling wallpapers told of previous owners.
Steve took Elle’s hand and brought it to his lips, and finally he began daring to dream.
The old house sighed in relief; it had been spared for yet another generation by flaunting its sunset view of the garden.
I managed to get a story done finally, and I have incorporated the line “If you are a dreamer, come in” from Shel Silverstein’s poem Invitation as published in his book Where the Sidewalk Ends. Lilian has selected and hosts dVerse today.
April 12, 2021