This is my entry into this week’s Friday fictioners.
This is the image that we were given:
My hundred word story is below:
Ruth rang the council to come and survey her property again. She had the feeling that the young man was going to be pleasantly surprised. Well, maybe not pleasantly, because now they were definitely not going to get their way.
She loved her little pink house, and there was no way that she was going to move out of it like they wanted her to do. Of course, they blamed safety for the reasons she had to go.
With the help of some trucks, her clifftop house had been tracked down to the beach.
Ruth smiled, because she had won.