Build For What You Want
In my culture, hospitality is life. And hospitality fills the space it is given. Build a 2-man tent and you can only have one guest.
I wanted a tent for a hundred friends.
No one makes tents for a hundred people. Merchants scoffed.
“You need a palace,” one said.
“I can’t afford a palace.”
“It’s impossible.”
I tried myself. It took hundreds of poles, thousands of ropes. Years.
The night it was finished, a man approached. “My employer has been watching your progress with interest. Could he visit it?”
“Definitely. Who is he?”
“The president.”
My first guest of many.
Daily writing prompt
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
I simply LOVE Rochelle’s photograph. The blooms in the forefront. How neat the shelves are.
Love the idea of a big tent, as if you were hosting the whole Union army, or the Knights of the Roundtable. I saw a huge picnic with pigs roasting on spits with banjo players strumming in the background. 🙂
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Not only friends but hangers-on, eh?
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This is a very clever story, and I love that the tent-builder doesn’t care who this first guest is, merely says yes.
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Great idea, love the story 💞
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As in “A Field of Dreams”, if you build it, they will come.
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