Thursday, August 4, 2016
Prime Real Estate
Today's muse: Three Word Wednesday
The words: minor, nebulous, oily
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Prime Real Estate
The living room was large, boasted floor-to-ceiling windows which offered an impressive view of the water from the penthouse suite.
Rick Emerson imagined his furniture in the space: Sofa against that wall, a couple of club chairs and a big-ass television over there.
The smell wasn’t that bad—nebulous, at best—once you got used to it. Despite the lingering odor, the charm was evident. Crown moulding enhanced the jewel-tone paint of the walls. Of course, there were a few marks in that one section, but he was sure he could wash those out. He didn’t have time to repaint. Besides, he liked the color. The rich hue added elegance to the space.
Hardwood floors, still oily from recent treatment, glistened throughout the three-bedroom unit. He crossed over to the window to take in the view. From this height, the marina was nothing more than a tub filled with toy boats bobbing in bath water. He wondered if a slip was included.
He was pretty sure no one would be interested in the space. Of course, filling out the paperwork for this unit would be a fucking nightmare.
His mobile buzzed in his pocket.
As the voice on the other end peppered him with questions, Rick turned away from the window.
“That’s right, three bedrooms,” he confirmed. “Yes, it is a great location. No, units in this building rarely come on the market. It’s empty, ready to move in. Yes, I would love to show it to you. There’s this one thing I should mention…”
When Rick pressed end and pocketed his phone, he smiled at the young woman who lay sprawled in the center of the floor of the living room with the million-dollar view.
As he dialed nine-one-one, he decided the paperwork was a minor burden for prime real estate.