Sue Vincent’s latest #writephoto prompt is
The old Lodge House had been on the market a long while when we bought it. Adele Johnson had lived there all her 95 years and it was, by the time of her death, a total wreck. The agent tried to enthuse us with its potential when he opened the reluctant front door but even he seemed overwhelmed by the melancholia that enveloped you as you stepped inside.
I didn’t like it but Tom isn’t exactly nuanced when it comes to emotions. ‘Wow!’ His first word on looking up from the entrance hall to the domed skylight two stories above told me all I needed to know. He saw sunlight, I saw sepulchral. I was heavily pregnant by then – Jason was born a month after we moved in. Tom did his bit; he even took a sabbatical from work which we combined…
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