Ye Olde Hermitage

Toby settled in his new digs, then dug out his phone and texted his friends:

Toby: Come hang out with me! I’ve got this new gig. Some old fart just gave me a place to stay. It aint much – just four walls and a roof – but it sure beats living in the park. Right?

Friend: How’d you land that? Is there noise ordinance or anything?

Toby: No way, Dud! It’s a lord. He said he wanted a hermit. All I gotta do is hang out and be myself. Only without electricity. So when you come, bring batteries.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Piya Singh