It was just another day for Mabel Vandersak. Others didn’t think so.
“Fifty grand Mabel!”
“Don’t fight them Mrs Vandersak”
Mabel didn’t want the money. She was almost out of fight.
Below the crowds watched on as the bulldozers revved impatiently. Mabel emerged to hang her dress out to dry. Jeers from some. Cheers from others.
As darkness fell the foreman broke down the door. They found Mabel on the bed wearing her freshly washed and ironed dress. The same one she wore in the faded bedside photo of her and Hank on their wedding day.
This was the only house they’d ever shared. She wasn’t leaving.
This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.