I, Renovator

Flash Fiction Challenge #2 inspired by: caravan, treadmill, BBQ.

“You don’t need an architect to do THAT!”

I was trying to be polite. It was a rather sad looking caravan. It looked like it had run a marathon and collapsed in the middle of the front lawn. This was not what I expected to see when responding to a request to “design a renovation of our retirement home”.

“It’s very simple”, said my potential client. “Everyone else we’ve talked to has said we’re mad.”

Curiosity got the better of me.

“Well, I can’t promise anything at this stage. What have you got in mind?”

Sometimes, there’s a fine line between grand vision and insanity, but not in
this case.

“And if we suspend the treadmill from the ceiling, we can lower it to the
floor somehow when it’s time for a workout.”

The treadmill lurked beside an old BBQ, partly overgrown by unmowed
grass.

“So, what’s your budget?”

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