Prompt: A Middle Class Family Doing Its Best
Words: castle, beetle, Facebook, calculator, nostril, timetable, wireless, stripes, scroll, white
“The only people who’d consider this house a castle would be beetles, and I don’t mean the iconic singing group.”
Diane colored a bit, a combination of anger and embarrassment, her while skin turning blotchy red. She tried to control her nostrils flaring at the complete lack of tact Spencer showed. They’d been looking for a house for a while now without much luck. The Vinn Diagram intersection of what they could afford and available housing plus locations good for commutes, schools, and dog parks was slim at best.
“There has to be more than this.” Spencer gestured widely. “Are those stripes in the paint job?”
“Spencer, stop! You’re the one with the timetable. You were the one on the mortgage calculator.” Diane felt her composure evaporating. “The realtor is doing her best.”
“Right…” Spencer snark was palpable. “Give me a solid wireless signal and I can probably find three better options scrolling through Facebook.”
Diane swallowed a wave of rage. Spencer was generally a good man and father, but today? It’s like he switched brains with their teenage child sulking in the car. Maybe it was a Freaky Friday moment. Or maybe the realtor would kill them all.
Ah living the American Dream. Ain’t it grand.
Word Count: 230