Tiny HouseA Story by Tegon MausParked in the back corner was a tiny house. You know the one… it was a little over twenty feet long and about ten foot wide.As time goes by I find it increasingly difficult to talk with people, especially young people. I don’t understand them… what motivates them or worse yet what will set them off. A case in point… my wife sent me to the store to get butter and English muffins for Sunday breakfast. As I entered the parking lot something at the opposite end caught my eye. Parked in the back corner was a tiny house. You know the one… it was a little over twenty feet long and about ten foot wide. Covered head to toe in a rich, dark brown siding its windows were wrapped with a pure white trim that made them glisten. Its pitched roof was coated with a bright green metal and white trim giving this miniature building a gorgeous and inviting appearance. I deliberately park close by so I could take a closer look. Not surprisingly, sitting on its back porch, a young man of 23 or so, with his feet dangling over the edge was enjoying a smoke. It was one of those vapor things that released copious clouds of white smoke when he exhaled. I wanted to say something… anything that convince him of my desire to look inside so I approached him after he expelled the next in a made storm of billowing white clouds. “Hi,” I began moving closer once I had his attention. “I like your fort.” The young man suddenly jumped to his feet. “Screw you old man,” he snorted before slamming the door leaving me standing alone in the parking lot bewildered. My wife might be right… maybe it’s best if I don’t talk to people. © 2017 Tegon MausReviews
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8 Reviews Added on February 12, 2017 Last Updated on February 12, 2017 Tags: Tiny House, Vapor, Young vs Old, Fort AuthorTegon MausCAAboutDearheart, my wife of fifty one years and I live in Cherry Valley, a little town of 8,200 in Southern California. In that time, I've built a successful remodeling /contracting business. But tha.. more..Writing
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