“The house crouches among the tall oaks, nearly motionless amid the wild blackberry bushes.
I shift my spear from my right hand to my left, palms sweaty. My eight-month-old fetal daughter aims her tiny foot against the side of my womb. I stifle my grunt of pain.
We need this three-bedroom, two-bathroom house. It is for my daughter that my family and I are setting out on today’s hunt. For me, though, this is not a good time to be house hunting.”
This story at Daily Science Fiction really hit our collective funny bone this morning at our monthly Zoom meeting.
Actually, the hunting metaphor is apt for the current seller’s market, which is forcing buyers to take extreme measures to find a home. Rope nets may well be their next recourse.