Compromise #FridayFictioneer

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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

This is an effort to write aflash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 05th, April, 2019, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Other stories can be found here.

Photo Prompt : Ronda Del Boccio

52 thoughts on “Compromise #FridayFictioneer

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    1. There may be many reasons for people to stick together. May be at certain age they are not ready to make any more adjustment. Thank you for reading.

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    1. Estate agents get a fixed commission based on sale completed. If couple fights and decide not to take the place, it is total loss of time and money. So agent jumped in to salvage his effort.

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    1. He did not want to lose his money. All his work of setting up the couple with the house would go down the drain. If needed he will kill the husband and chop the tree and collect his fee.

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  1. I love this line: “Who knows what lives in the bush; I am not a forest dweller.”

    The real estate agent seems like a seasoned pro unwilling to let a little thing like a bush get in the way of a sale.

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    1. Real estate man is the peace maker. Even if I sack him, he is not leaving without his money. Thank you for reading.

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