For Sale

"It's not for sale." Sharon stamped her foot to emphasize the fact.

"Then why is there a 'For Sale' sign outside." The man was adamant.

Sharon stomped to the wooden placard, pulled it from the ground, threw it down then jumped up and down on it. "Problem solved."

"I should do you for misrepresentation."

"Not me mate, my ex. He put the sign up. This is my house and it's not for sale."

"Divorce?" The man was calmer now.

"Ye. The bastard's trying to take me to the cleaners. I owned this house for five years before I even met him. He was only around for the last two. Now he wants what he calls his share." Tears pricked Sharon's eyes.

"Mine walked away with the contents of my bank account."

"So how ..."

"I've had to sell my place to raise funds. This place is a lot cheaper."

Sharon was not quite sure how to take that. She looked at the man in front of her. Smart suit, expensive overcoat, solicitor, doctor, something professional, probably owned one of those posh houses on the hill. Not bad to look at either. Okay, not an insult then. "So how long have you got 'til you have to be out?"

"Two weeks, no, slightly less now."

"Well I'm sorry you had a wasted journey mate." Sharon thought for a moment. "Look, if you're stuck, I've got a spare room. And I could do with the rent."

"Really, are you sure? It would only be for a few weeks."

Sharon's thought was she would not mind if this guy stayed around for a while.