Here is the photo and my story:
The closer we got to my home town, the more nervous we each became. There’s no wonder to that, since we’d only been married a year and were seven months pregnant and Seth lost his job last week. My parents had offered us the old artist’s studio next to their house.
“I just want to be certain you know that the place needs quite a bit of work,” I kept saying in various ways. Seth had never been to my home town.
“I don’t have too much more to do with my time right now,” Seth would reply each time.
There wasn’t much need for oil workers these days. Seth was thinking of changing fields. We could afford to pay my parents rent, and it would be nice to be together with our new baby for a while.
“It’s air-conditioned, though,” I finally said.
Thank you Phylor for our photo prompt!