The kitchen was beyond appalling. The original linoleum still graced the floor, dull and peeling. Outdated appliances had aged to a grayish yellow. The countertops had lost their finish and dampness had eroded them into crumbling pasty slabs. Sagging cupboard doors provided the only color, painted by some demented artist in alternating patches of neon pink and green.
“Did you see the hardwood floors and the fireplace, Elaine? Look at the space in this kitchen.”
No amount of space could convince her to live in this dump.
Talk about a difference in perspectives!
NaNoWriMo 30, 231 words and still writing
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