Hope
As she opened the door the smell of dust and sheetrock spread over her and in her. She knew it was not going to be done, the job was never done, was it? She just hoped that there would be enough completed to move back in. It wasn’t. She stood, open mouthed, taking in the mess, the broken walls, the debris, all there to make something more beautiful? Disgusted, she backed out into the hallway and shut the door. She would pretend none of this had happened. She would come back in one week and hope to see improvements. Hope.
Stine Writing 
My husband is a DIY guy. As he ages, he is slowing down in his ability to get a job done quickly. I’ve been living with a bathroom in a state of disrepair for over a year now.
I’m sure glad he finished the little one.
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And you can’t suggest calling someone for help, that is a true insult! Hahaha!
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So true. He would see it as an attack on his manhood 🙂
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It sounds a little hopeless to me. Best of luck!
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Welcome to Friday Fictioneer, Christine!
I think she is dreaming in Technicolor if she thinks it will be done by then…
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That would have to be frustrating. When your home doesn’t feel like home, where do you go? Excellent post!
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Dear Christine,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. FYI I’ve taken the liberty of adding your link to the inLinkz https://fresh.inlinkz.com/party/3b0bce23c6aa4b42904db3da3450487d. You can access it every Wednesday on my page by clicking the frog. Follow directions at the bottom of the page. You can also click other links and enjoy and comment on the other stories.
I don’t know if I hold out much hope for your MC to get the improvements done. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you
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