‘What do you think?’ asked the realtor.
‘I like it, but I can’t make a decision without my husband. He’s on a business trip.’
‘When will he be back?’
‘Next week, but only for two days. He’s often away. What’s that?’
‘The plough comes with the cabin,’ said the realtor. ‘You’ll need it in the winter, otherwise you could find yourself snowed in for days.’
Days of my husband staying home, toasting marshmallows on the open fire, making love on the sheepskin rug. Time to fall in love all over again.
‘We’ll take the cabin but we won’t be needing the plough.’
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.