Friday Fictioneer: The Trim
She stood and stared at the house for a long while. “Oh my, you painted the trim.”
“It looked a bit faded.” He held his breath in fear that she might not like it.
“You did this all in one day?”
“The front of the house, yes. It wasn’t a lot to paint. I still have the rest of the house to do.”
“Aren’t you wonderful.”
He smiled with pride.
“What do I owe you for the paint?”
“Nothing. I used the paint in the garage.”
“I don’t have a garage.”