#CCC077: Perfection

I'm checking in again with Crimson's Creative Challenge for the prompt I need to write a bit of flash fiction. Huge thanks for a little spark for a small story, though I've blown way past the 150-word limit--100 words past it, in fact. Two of the photos connected themselves in my mind.

 

 

     

Perfection

 

It’s so close to being perfect. The house is adorable, the small working farm a rarity in this day and age of corporate farming. Or maybe that’s not so much a thing on this side of the pond. Rowan, being American, doesn’t know. Just that the place is almost perfect.

 

It’s too bad about the road that runs too close to the front of the house now. It must have been farther off once. Maybe there was no road at all when the house was built. Rowan wonders for a moment when that was. Did they have indoor plumbing then? Insulation? The place predates electricity, but someone will have wired it up by now. They can shoot around the inadequacies of the front yard, get some landscapers in to fix the yard.

 

Walking around to the back of the house, Rowan considers the barn. That’s been around for a while, too. The tractor is out of proportion to the building, and doesn’t quite fit the vibe. Well, a tractor can be moved. A little work with the rake and a few dry days, and the ruts would be gone.

 

It’s close enough to what the director wants, but Rowan hesitates. It’s a beautiful place, and so peaceful. Film crews would ruin that. After a moment, the hovering finger retreats, the phone is stowed.

 

Let the director build his own ideal farm. This one can stay just as it is, an almost-perfect place in Rowan’s mind.

 

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