Electric saw, drills, hammers. Conversation echoeing off stripped floors and unpainted walls. Sharp smell of fresh saw dust in the breeze. Late night bare light bulbs burning. Trash cans full of wood scraps and fast food wrappers. Red bull. Pepsi. Cold shrivelled dried fries.
Empty cans grouped in sticky clusters. Walkway with cleaned brushes drying in the morning sun. Paint roller the diameter of a half dollar on a wand six feet long. Taupe, deep red, lemon yellow, white and chrome.
Splintered wood, bent nails, mounds of dirt; new fence. Soiled rugs peeled and rolled; dumpster roiling.
“FOR RENT”
I really like this. You can feel the transition and just see the events scrolling by as you read. Things feel fresh by the end.