The ramshackle shoe house was bursting at its seams, a perceptible throb of breeding junk and unruly children. Gertie stood on the rotting deck and marveled at it with contempt. Her 50 years amounted to a surplus of misfortune crammed into a leathery hovel.
Discouraged, she shouted, “That’s it! This ain’t no life!”
The crunch of tires on gravel broke her self-pitying rant as her husband’s jalopy sputtered up the drive. A smile replaced her puckered brow. He hobbled from the truck and mumbled, “I suspected you needed more room what with this brood and junk, so I bought you a matchin’ shoe house.”
This fairy tale was written for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out the other stories/poems here. The challenge was to write a 100-word story based on the photo. I admit my story is 104 words. I tried to shave it down but decided since I’ve never gone over before, I would be forgiven, hopefully.