THE MAN IN THE ROOF HOUSE
Once I knew a man by the name of Frank. He never went anywhere besides his chair or he'd go to the loo or the cupboard for a snack or just to get a new book from his library of a shelf.
One day he had a desire for a nice sweet treat. "Love, we're out of food" he called out to his wife. "Hold on I'll just pop out to the shop, now you just sit there and read your book". Shortly after she had left, there was a tremendous earthquake that shook the little old house but as it was grumbling and things were tumbling, Frank sat in his chair and continued to read his book and thought to himself, '' It's better to die doing what you love than to hate yourself for not doing what you love"
In a hurry his wife came running but she was in great shock on what her house looked like. She would have checked on Frank but there were no doors, no windows or anything, only an old tin roof that sadly sat on the ground. "Oh Frank", she called out. "Yes dear", a voice called out. "FRANK". "Yes',' not looking up from his book. "Wait, where are you?" "Um, I'm in the house". She scrambled for a way and suddenly she came to a little hole on the roof and dropped the grocery bags in and called out to Frank "goodbye, give me a ring if you need books or food or just some company" but before he could say he loved her, she left.
Now for years he lived there and got older and became horrifyingly sick. He passed away reading his ever favourite book and now to this day I still remember the day we moved in there together.