chillin with mc by solipsism
“All right Mr. Coen, here we are,” said Vicki Starr, the leading real-estate agent in the area. “You’ve told me that you want a unique house, something wild and different, yet livable. Well, I looked into the market and found the house you now see before you.”
She pulled her white Neon to the head of the driveway and stopped there. Both her and Mr. Coen gazed at the house through the windshield.
“This is a 19h century house, built primarily of brick. It possesses the simplicity of pure, red brick while still being both comfortable and hospitable. There’s a single car garage and storage area connected to the rest of the building complex, which includes the main house, a wrap around deck, and small guesthouse. It also throws in many complex and enjoyable flourishes that almost clash with the simple brick, creating a unique feeling around the building. At the top of those pillars, you see two incredible sculptures made by the house’s architect, Michael Hersec. As an added bonus, this house isn’t on the city power grid. The power for the whole house is provided by the watermill attached to the house. Inside…”
“Holy crap,” Mr. Coen interrupted, “I feel sick just looking at it.”
“Well, I think it’s a beautiful home,” Vicky responded curtly, “but we can see the next house if…”
Mr. Coen interrupted again, “No, the water mill. Don’t you see what’s wrong with it?”
Vicki looked over at the turning wheel for several moments. “Well, the wood color doesn’t match very well with the house, but it works fine and can be painted easily. It makes a little noise, but it’s more reminiscent of the beach than it is annoying.”
“No, look,” Mr. Coen said, his irritation building. “The water falls down from the ledge up there, turns the wheel, and hits the pool.”
Vicki looked at him skeptically. “I don’t see what you’re getting at.”
“That same pool flows downward to the ledge from where it drops back into the pool. It defies the laws of physics.”
“Rules were meant to be broken,” Vicki joked. Mr. Coen glared at her, stopping the laughter. “I still don’t understand though.”
“How does the water keep flowing down like that?”
“It runs along a brick pathway, the little walls along the side keep the water on the path.”
“No! The water is always flowing downward!”
“Water has the tendency to do that, sir.”
“Don’t be sarcastic with me, that’s not what I meant, this thing defies logic. It flows down back up to where it started.”
Vicki peeked again at the water wheel, then back at Mr. Coen to give him another funny look. “If you don’t like it, just say so, you don’t have to make up reasons.”
“I’m not making…” Mr. Coen started to protest, but stopped. His mouth opened and closed several times, starting to speak. Frustrated, he gave up and said, “Forget it, let’s just move on to the next house.”
“Are you sure,” asked Vicki. “Let me take you inside first, you’ll love the architecture of all the staircases.”