For Sale Sign by Colette Coen
I don’t believe in Fate, yet there it is. Just when we were looking to move. The flat, our flat, with a For Sale sign in the window.
We told ourselves that we were only looking out of nosiness, not with any real intention to buy. The fireplace, which had consumed hours as battleship grey had been stripped and the wood carefully oiled to bring out the warmth, is now white gloss.
The storage cupboards in the hall and lounge have been knocked together to make an internal kitchen, freei...