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 … Continue reading Friday Fictioneers: 100 words
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