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PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast
In this week’s photo we’re on a landing looking down a flight of stairs between two brick walls. At the bottom of the steps is a sidewalk, a street and beyond that a parking lot with cars. It’s snowing and between the walls an evergreen Christmas oranamet topped with snow.
Genre: Memoire
Word Count: 100
HONEYMOON SUITE
“The rent is $85.00 a month,” said the landlady, cuddling her yappy Schnauzer. “No pets allowed.”
The third-floor, four-room walkup was our first home together and a few blocks away from my school, the Kansa City Art Institute. Not to mention, the price was right for poverty-stricken newlyweds.
A green Naugahyde sofa between two barrels graced our not-so-great-room.
Our little hide-away, pet mouse, contraband puppy, and all.
The thin walls must have been constructed of foam core board, masking tape, and spit wads. We heard every clever word our next-door neighbors uttered such as, “Oh wow, man! What a rush!”
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple 
Dear Rochelle,
Yesterday Once More is one of my favourite songs. Thanks for that.
Namaste
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Dear Geeta,
Gotta love the Carpenters. 😀 The song seemed to fit my story, too. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Those were the romantic times that make up sweet memories.
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Dear Joy,
It’s easy to romanticize fifty-four years later. 😉 Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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And yet there is a charm, isn’t there, to that memory of the first steps into adult life?
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Dear Neil,
Well said, sir. Although it took us a few more years to truly step into adulthood. 😉 Not sure I’ve made it yet. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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How can we ever forget our little 1st apartment. It was probably smaller than our Den floor is today, 54 years later. Good story.
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Dear Jan,
And we’ve lived to tell about it. I really wish I’d taken more pictures then. But, oh yeah, we didn’t get a camera until after Shannon was born. Thanks, m’luv. And thanks for still being my first husband after all these years.
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I am still smiling about what you have written, Rochelle. Thinking about some memories just now… hmm.
Lovely song – haven’t listen to it for ages. Still great.
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Lovely use of the prompt and nicely read.
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