[100 word short story]
Whenever Maisie draws a house, it’s a square, pointy-roofed affair with four neat windows and a smoking chimney.
We brought her up in a rented terrace. So why this capitalist ideal – this detached manor with lead-lined windows and a wood burning stove?
Is this what she wants?
We bake our bread and visit the community orchard. We even had that talk about the sharing economy, although she was quite sleepy after toddler bounce.
But still she draws people in the windows who are “not mummy and daddy.” I fear she’s putting crayon tenants in there and bleeding them dry.