He leaned against the window, pondering the full moon. His fingers inadvertently twirling the silk tassels of the Oriental lantern – another new decor from his travels.
“They say foreign workers lower property values.
How does my presence change the price of anything?”
“Honey, you are not around enough.” A strategic diversion, wistful and tiresome of having so little time together.
He wrinkled his forehead in bewilderment as he stared through the 70s metal grille windows. The neighbours blissfully strolled in the oldest neighbourhood. “Old and dead people too.”
“We can grow old and die in Hamburg instead, you know.”
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Muse has not been forthcoming last week, but Charli Mills has extended the deadline for this week’s Flash Fiction Challenge! All in good time, so I still get to catch some fun musing around.
It’s interesting to read about the myths regarding property prices in my civic environment, with real incidents to boot.
Thank you for following my daily site. Usually but not always my fiction for Carrot Ranch is here:
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I’m going to pop over to Doppelganger…
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Oh I see, thank you!
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