“Matthew, look at this place!” the wife exclaimed, exploding out of his car before the agent immobilier had even turned off the engine.
Her husband followed, clasping the details, while his feral children shrieked towards the stream.
Luc hung back, lighting a cigarette.
Already, the Englishman was muttering about roofing, plumbing… but still he waited.
Luc found them huddled round the photograph, drinking up its coffee-coloured glimpse of yesteryear: buckets of geraniums; lace framed windows; charming French family at the door.
“We’ll take it.”
Sometimes imagination wasn’t enough.
Sometimes clients needed his wife’s skills with Photoshop.
Photo by Piya Singh (Bittercharm)
All constructive criticism gratefully received.