The Cement Seller

He trudged along pushing the wheelbarrow in defeat; why would no one buy his water-resistant cement?

“Word has it that you’ve got something great to sell?” asked a stranger giving the wheelbarrow a quick look.

“If only that were so, pointless trying to sell something no one’s buying.”

“Tell you what, let’s become partners; you make the cement, I’ll sell it and we’ll share the profits 50-50.”

A few days later, the stranger returned needing more cement. A month later, they were selling in truck loads and two years down the line, W.R. Cement had its own factory.

As he watched a cement mixer get loaded, the man asked his partner, “I’ve been wondering, I spent months trying to get builders to take a chance but no one agreed. How did you manage to do it?”

“Simple, I just built replicas of buildings they designed and dunked it in a tub of water. By the end of the week it was obvious that it did as promised.”

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I know that this entry is a bit longer than usual but I couldn’t figure out how to fit everything in almost a 100 words (suggestions on this are welcome).

The photo prompt has been given by Sandra Crook at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the word prompt (Resistance) has been given by Denise Farley at the Girlie on the Edge.