Torry glances at the live satnav on her phone screen, then makes the last turn to approach the house she just bought, sight unseen. She pulls into the overgrown driveway, cringing as branches scrape the sides of her creamy Mercedes, then sits and listens to the engine ticking as it cools, gazing at the house that looks as tired as she feels. It’s a working-class house in a working-class neighborhood; that’s why.
This is a far cry from her fashionable old house in her fashionable old neighborhood, but her divorce lawyer hadn’t managed to keep that for her. Hopefully her real estate broker is right, that she can pick this up for little more than arrearages owed, clean it up, and turn a nice profit. She crosses her fingers and curses divorce court judges again; but if she works fast, in a year, maybe two, she can be where she belongs, in a nice apartment in Queen Anne.
This vignette from The Life and Times of Jane Doe is in response to this week’s Six Sentence Stories cue: “turn.”
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