Jobless and foreclosure. Homeless. It’s been merciless and quick.
Once a rock starts rolling it’s hard to stop. But when it reached the bottom all went quiet.
Friends may cease to call, but they had kept united.
Jason smiled at Carol as he lit the candles.
They had stars as ceiling and on the gas-stove there was stew of rabbit.
“Do you miss our penthouse?”, Jason asked.
Carol answered with questions:
“Do you miss 5 AM alarm clocks, burning midnight oil or the weekend spreadsheets?”
“No.” shuddered Jason.
She leaned against his chest. Sighing.
“I don’t miss the penthouse either.”
A picture that lights desire of a simpler life. How about you, do you think we pay a price that’s way to steep for things we do not really need?
I hope to make my rounds a bit earlier this week, apologies for late returns last week.
Friday Fictioneers is a community of bloggers writing different 100 word stories to the same picture every week. Rochelle set the example and keep us all in order. Why don’t you try it yourself?
August 23, 2017