Jeremy built a house of
wattle and daub because it was green and
wouldn't harm the environment. He moved his
extended family in, bought a goat and grew
his own veg, and was blissfully happy until a
freak tornado blew the whole house away.
John built a timber-framed,
thatched cottage because he was a fan of all
things 'olde worlde'. He filled it with
priceless paintings and antiques and was
blissfully happy until a freak thunderstorm
flooded the village and washed the whole
Jack built his house of
bricks, with a solid slate roof. "I
don't care how much it rains or blows,"
he said. "This house isn't going
anywhere." He watched the storms through
the double-glazed windows and rubbed his
hands in front of the modern gas fire, and
was blissfully happy...
...until the market crashed
and the bank foreclosed on the house.
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© Fiona Glass
(Originally published in Mslexia magazine.)