Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on February 14, 2022 by Jan Wilberg

“Are you thinking of buying the house with cash?”
“Well, I could. I have cash in the car.”
“That’s pretty unusual that a person would have enough cash in their car to buy a house.”
The buyer laid down in the grass and then turned his gaze to the foundation.
“I see cracks.”
The seller followed his gaze to where the cracks were supposed to be but there were none.
“And the porch steps, they seem askew.” The buyer sat up.
“You see many faults in the house.”
Nodding softly, the buyer went to his car and lit a cigarette.
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Category: 100 Word Stories


What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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