When they moved in, their possessions – in stark contrast to their plans for the future, which couldn’t be contained – fit in three bags.
She watches the movers load box after box into lorries. What a difference a few years make. She didn’t know they’d accumulated this much stuff until they had to pack up. Where did it all come from?
The house – situated in a prime catchment area – will hold their possessions and offer room for more. It’s huge; its mortgage’ll squeeze out what life there’s left in their plans.
She likes to pretend their future hasn’t been boxed yet.
Trust me to turn this bright, sunny photo prompt for FFfPP week 5 into a gloomy story, eh?