“So suffocating,” thought Mamata looking at the green belt, “who knows what lives in the bush; I am not a forest dweller.”
“Do something,” Mamata declared war on the real estate agent, “if you want me to move.”
“Such refreshing green,” her husband tried to reason, “ generates oxygen, supports birds, I wake up to sound of cooing of birds, moreover I don’t have to look at our neighbors.”
“Why don’t we put a light,” unwilling to lose a moneyed client real estate agent tried to broker a peace between husband and wife, “and prune the hedges a bit.
Word Count: 99
Photo Prompt : Ronda Del Boccio