Treasure
Void
The sun shone bright, birds sang, the flowers danced, the trees even looked perky. It was a postcard-perfect day in late spring! The kind you did not see many of, the kind that made sour hearts sing and grumpy faces smile while toes tapped. So bautiful! So perfect! So... nausiating.
Irie stared out the second story window of the little red farmhouse style home. There was no smile on the grey face framed by long, lanky black hair, and the thin lips pulled down in the exact opposite of a smile. His bare toes were definately not tapping against the hardwood floor. He turned away from the window and faced darkened "sitting" room. A table, couch, and bookcase were all that decorated the spartan room, and a computer stood in the corner by the bookcase. The blueish screen glowed brightly, giving him all the light he needed as he crossed the floor and checked his email once more. No new emails from the landscaping companies he'd reached out to.
The pretty little red farmhouse at the edge of the small village was just as picturesque as the day. Eell-kept, if a bit weedy in the landscaping and tall in the yard. He paid someone to come and keep the landscaping neat, but recently, they had gone bankrupt or something. He was not sure, and he did not care. All he cared about was now the place would look terrible, and that would make people notice. The actual owners of the building had offered him a lower rent if he took care of the landscaping and other maintanence. He'd taken the offer and used the spare cash to hire someone else. The inside he kept up himself. Plumbers and electricians were a last resort. No one entered the house unless there was no other choice.
Until now.
After living alone for a little over two months, Irie had learned that no matter how advanced the day's current technology boasted to be, there were some thing that simply could not be done over the internet. Almost everything, but not quite. Dealing with landscaping was definately one thing. Also, his business was not doing as well lately as he'd hoped, meaning it was getting harder and harder to pay the rent on an entire house, even if it was a smaller house. Moving out was not an option, so he decided to open it up for a roommate. A very well vetted roommate who would have to agree to a certain list of chores as well as half rent. An amazing number of aplicants had applied, but he'd quickly chopped the list in half. In less than a week, he'd narrowed things down to one last applicant.
He looked at the email one last time before going to the window. She should be arriving any minute now. He stood watching the road and waiting. He was good at waiting. Very good.
Irie stared out the second story window of the little red farmhouse style home. There was no smile on the grey face framed by long, lanky black hair, and the thin lips pulled down in the exact opposite of a smile. His bare toes were definately not tapping against the hardwood floor. He turned away from the window and faced darkened "sitting" room. A table, couch, and bookcase were all that decorated the spartan room, and a computer stood in the corner by the bookcase. The blueish screen glowed brightly, giving him all the light he needed as he crossed the floor and checked his email once more. No new emails from the landscaping companies he'd reached out to.
The pretty little red farmhouse at the edge of the small village was just as picturesque as the day. Eell-kept, if a bit weedy in the landscaping and tall in the yard. He paid someone to come and keep the landscaping neat, but recently, they had gone bankrupt or something. He was not sure, and he did not care. All he cared about was now the place would look terrible, and that would make people notice. The actual owners of the building had offered him a lower rent if he took care of the landscaping and other maintanence. He'd taken the offer and used the spare cash to hire someone else. The inside he kept up himself. Plumbers and electricians were a last resort. No one entered the house unless there was no other choice.
Until now.
After living alone for a little over two months, Irie had learned that no matter how advanced the day's current technology boasted to be, there were some thing that simply could not be done over the internet. Almost everything, but not quite. Dealing with landscaping was definately one thing. Also, his business was not doing as well lately as he'd hoped, meaning it was getting harder and harder to pay the rent on an entire house, even if it was a smaller house. Moving out was not an option, so he decided to open it up for a roommate. A very well vetted roommate who would have to agree to a certain list of chores as well as half rent. An amazing number of aplicants had applied, but he'd quickly chopped the list in half. In less than a week, he'd narrowed things down to one last applicant.
He looked at the email one last time before going to the window. She should be arriving any minute now. He stood watching the road and waiting. He was good at waiting. Very good.