Sharon stood back to get a better perspective. Yes, she’d enhanced the photo a little – added a warmer tint, erased some surface cracks, but surely any interested party would be willing to look beyond the tired exterior. The framework was sturdy; just creaked a little when the weather changed.
Nevertheless, Sharon decided she had time for a few cosmetic touches – a blush of terra cotta, some sky blue highlights – subtle, nothing garish.
He’d be here at 5. Sharon poured two drinks, re-checked her makeup and studied his photo again. So handsome – she just knew this was the one.
Another hundred word story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.