The Yellow Blow-Up Duck Pool

I pace. The decking creaks. My dirty boots spill illusions. Renovation instructions muffle and reverberate the hot phone against my ear. I will not hear another word. Not about the yellow blow-up duck pool. They’ll have to work around the last place his tiny soft feet splashed.

Jessica Bell’s two-year-old son recently claimed that the banging of renovations was ‘the heartbeat of building’. iamjessicabell.com