“You’re a fool,” she said. “A ridiculous old fool. And they’re the worst. I don’t know why I married you. I had so many better offers.”

“It’ll be a local landmark,” I said

“An eye-sore more like. You and your hair-brained schemes,” she said. “We’ll be the laughing stock.”

“We’ll sell more gas,” I said.

“You crazy old man. We won’t sell more gas,” she said. “All our neighbours will only come to laugh and point. At you.”

I went ahead and built it anyway. Built it with deep foundations. Foundations deep and solid enough to keep her quiet forever.

This is a piece in response to Julia’s prompt week#47. Julia provides a prompt for writers to add 100 words to. In this case it was to be inspired by the photo she provided above. See Julia’s place for more information.