The manual had said “easy-build” and “ready to occupy in only 3 hours” but after 4 years and 77 hours, Bob was becoming more than a little bit fed up.
It was Fanny’s idea, they’d talked about building an extension for years but the money hadn’t exactly been rolling in.
But then she’d seen an advert for flat packed, “build it yourself” homes and decided there and then that her dreams had been answered.
She’s dead now, of course, her nagging body being used as a pivotal role in the foundations.
By the front door.
Where you wipe your feet.
Submitted for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.
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That gives me an idea, Mrs appropriateadult is after a conservatory……….
…and your story was rather good too!
Wow. There’s nothing more scary than a DIY-er mixing concrete. Clever story.
Thanks, Patrick.
He should have told her no outright. A build-it-yourself home kit sounds like a recipe for disaster.
I’m sure Fanny would be proud – nice twist.
Cheers 🙂
Great story!!! Love the outcome…he he! 🙂
Thanks for commenting 😀
Ha ha, very good 🙂
Cheers 😀
Haha, nice little twist there at the end.
Are you saying she nagged too much – or that it was her idea for house in a box? Good story and funny/scary!
Thanks for reading 🙂
A fitting end.
Ha.. that was one way to end the nagging..
Dear Mr. Binks,
Those do-it-yourself kits are always a recipe for marital strife. Dark but funny.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks for reading, though I’d argue it was Dark AND funny 😉
“Where you wipe your feet”…damn, that’s harsh.
Harsh but fair.
Talk about stepping all over someone or, on the other side, being a door mat…
janet
Ha!ha!Loved how you went on sedately at first,then built up pace and finished with 3 master strokes-great story telling,loved it:-)
Amazing comment. Thanks for reading 🙂
It was a pleasure:-)
Nice writing !