Here is the photo and my story:
It was June. Our youngest child was graduating from high school that afternoon.
My husband, Max, walked through the back door at around lunch time. “So that’s that,” he said.
“And you have Sonia’s corsage?” I asked. Sonia. Our young son’s prom date.
“What?” Max asked.
I walked over to him with an embrace. “Let’s start this over,” I said. “So what’s what?”
“I was laid off today,” Max said. He nuzzled against my neck and I pressed close to him.
You can hope and wish for something. But we knew this was coming. Max was 60 years old. Lots of younger people stepping up to beg his shoes.
“Both my favorite men graduating,” I whispered. My lips teased his. I think he sorta smiled.
When we sent our youngest off to college we rented a U-Haul, painted with dinosaurs, and moved to Florida.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan