They attribute my worth to irrelevancies.
Does it not suffice that I give shelter?
That I shield from harsh winds?
That my hearth warms?
They come in, asking, ‘how big is the garden?’
‘Are the kitchen tops marble?’ ‘How many rooms are there?’
I don’t mind that last question though. You see, humans are weird, they do need their space.
They ask, ‘what about the neighbours?’
What about them?! Not that I’m a fan.
So loud, abusive and those graffiti! Eeewwh!
I see, you cringe too. Yes, my neighbours do drag me down.
But that’s not the issue.
©Aweni
Image credit: 173612
This post was inspired by Carrot ranch literary community May 17, 2018: Flash Fiction Challenge.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about property values. Perhaps its a home, business or pencil museum. What makes them go up or down? Go where the prompt leads.
Aweni 
a different view….
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Yes…🙂…we mostly don’t think of how the house feels in all of this………😀😀😀
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Some houses are the soul of family.
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True!🙂
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I wonder if these days neighbours do care or at least know each other.
Good piece. Thanks for sharing
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Not anymore, neighbours don’t care for each other anymore. Sad by true.
Ps. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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I love the perspective, Aweni. I’m a believer that places have “souls” gathered from those who’ve lived there. 🙂
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Interesting…..been mulling over this.
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It’s why I love to visit old ruins someday. I can feel the presence of all those who walked there hundred/thousands of years ago. 🙂
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I think we leave a piece of our essence everywhere we have been so yes that is totally plausible. I wonder what it must feel like.
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