"Looks like the house settled," the handyman said, looking from the crack in the wall to me. "Houses do that."
I wasn't sure if he was talking about the gash in the plaster or about my own home improvement skills.
If I had time to write this, I would call the story, "Crack in the Wall." As I've said before, I really suck at short story titles. I already have some story ideas for this, and I might eventually write it, but this felt like it needed to be released, so I'm betting one of you needs it as well. Have at.