Tiny House Hunter

Minerva Middleton was in the midst of her third mid life crisis. She knew her well being was in jeopardy.

‘Without music life would be a mistake’, her mother’s last words haunted her.

If she didn’t move out of Minneapolis and create a new life for herself, she would regret it. So, she called her realtor Monty Hall and said, “Let’s Make a Deal.”

His sales tactics were so high pressure it caused her stress, “Deal or No Deal?” he hounded “I have the perfect millionaire’s lair for you, an abode custom built by a celebrity DIY guy!”

“Oh Mr. Hall, Who wants to be a millionaire? I’m downsizing! I told you I want a little house, a home sweet home where I can watch a Rosé Sunrise and a Pinot Noir Sunset from my own repurposed and reclaimed windows.”

Her words were met with silence, so she continued.

“To tell the truth, Mr. Hall I’ve got a secret. I’ve always been a Survivor and I’d really like to live a primitive life in a house of wood or straw, like the indigenous people.

“What are we talking here Miss Middleton, a hut? a longhouse? An A frame?” Monty was annoyed.

“Oh I don’t know,” Minerva mused, “I’m envisioning a little Chapel in the Jungle where I can raise the roof, you know, turn up the music and dance all night if I want to.”

“Sounds like you need a barn raising with the help of the Three Little Pigs. I don’t think I can be of any help here Miss Middleton, you are going to have to do it yourself.” Monty hung up the phone.

“Hmmph, how rude,” Minerva was motivated now to find that Dream house all on her own. So she packed her bags for Bora Bora, brining along her late mother, Barbara’s bongos and banjo.

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Minerva continued her search in Bora Bora. First she spied a tiny hut over the water. Pretty, yet the area was overrun with tourists. She preferred more privacy.

Not the Hut…

Next she came upon a vacant church in the Jungle, also pretty…but too churchy for her new found faith. She wanted something a little more indigenous.

Thou Shalt Not Kill…etc. etc.

Finally she came upon a funky little A frame in the jungle, set high upon a mountain with a gorgeous view of the Sea. It ticked all the right boxes and Minerva knew right away this was the vision she had been dreaming of. It shot warm fuzzies straight to the heart!

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Before she knew it she had created a magical life for herself. Surrounded by the wonders of nature and unique souls, much like herself.

DRUM CIRCLE

The Rosé sunrise turned to Chablis as Minerva and her drum circle chanted an ethereal welcome to the skies. From every repurposed and reclaimed window there came a golden light.

“Minnie,” whispered Rainbow, “You have made a sanctuary for us here, thank you.”

“No, Rainbow and Tigerlily I thank you,” Minerva was all smiles. “You two have been so good to accept me and show me the ways to a beautiful life.”

“Bora Bora was meant to be your Home. We are so lucky you found us.

The End.

(This crazy story brought to you by Christine Wichman c. February 17, 2018)

*All photos taken from Pinterest

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