just a little bit to the left

John surveyed the house. Shaking his head at the exposed frames he said, “This is no fixer-upper, Rida. It’s a total gut!”
“But I love it.” I swooned.
“You’re just like Deb. Finds her diamond in the rough and gets me to make it shine. My best advice: pass on this money pit.”
My eyes lingered on his towering frame and dark Sicilian skin. He was all I wanted in a man.
“Watch yourself. The floor over there is about to give.” he cautioned.
“I should get your wife’s opinion,” I said, knowing exactly where I would have Deb stand.


photo credit: Mary Shipman