A happy home

“We’ll take it,” I said to the realtor. We had only cleared the entry into the lobby of the building.

“Are you sure?” He paused. “I mean not that I’m not happy you want it. It’s just…usually people want to see it….” The end of the sentence stuttered off into silence.

“Yes, I’m sure. I know it’s fast, but well..we need a place now.”

The rain slashed against the windows while the TV blared a sitcom across the living room. The bare windows revealed the run down apartment in the lower left corner of the building as a home to an old brown couch that sagged in the middle at odds with the width and resolution of the TV screen.

I smiled as the realtor unlocked the door.

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