FFftPP – Our Apartment

The last time, everything fit in three duffles…

That was when we were young and just out of college. We didn't have two nickels to rub together. We were young and in love and knew, or rather, thought we could live on love.

Our first apartment was a stacked apartment complex and we were lucky enough to get the top floor. There wasn't an elevator and we had to walk up all those stairs. Maybe we weren't so lucky after all. Back then, we were too much in love to know the difference.

Joshua went to work for an IT Company that also sold computers. It wasn't long and the money came rolling in. That was when computers started becoming a necessity and everyone either had one or were getting one soon.

He told me we were going to buy a big beautiful home and leave our apartment. I should have been excited, but I wasn't. This apartment has been our home.

Now we are moving and I sorely wish our things would fit in only three duffles…


This is my 170 word story for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, kindly hosted by Roger Shipp. He provides us with a prompt photo and approximately 200 words with which we create our stories. This challenge is open to all who would like to join.

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119 thoughts on “FFftPP – Our Apartment

  1. This story reminded me some of my own memories. I still believe those 3 duffel bags had all the love of world that one may discover in a bigger home.

  2. People are usually striving to get more things , move to bigger places, constantly obtaining more….then, have a time in their life to reflect back over the years and they come to the realization that life back then was so much simpler and they had time for more enjoyment even though they didn’t have very much….life was great, they just didn’t know it at the time! This is Wonderful story relating to this,Joy. It brought back old memories. 😍

    • I know what you mean Jessie, and I completely agree with you. There is a lot of joy & happiness in the “simple” life. Now days people need “that latest technological stuff.” Until last week I had and used the first cell phone I ever got (it was a Sumsung flip phone). I didn’t want to get an iPhone, I wanted to keep my home phone (landline) as my main phone. Suddenly, there is this terrible static on my line and I call the telephone company and they won’t send a repairman. They told me it was probably my phone. I got a new phone and it is still there! I finally had to give in and buy an iPhone to have a decent telephone!

  3. A thoughtful piece. Your main character seems to mourn the loss of those good times her and her husband had despite being poor. It sounds like their apartment was full of memories. New memories in the new house too πŸ™‚

  4. Thanks for introducing me to Roger Shipp’s site! One more writing community I’m honored to join πŸ™‚

    I loved this snippet of reality that you described here. Nicely done!

  5. It’s hard to learn that all those “things” we buy don’t bring us contentment. You capture that well in this brief look at one couple’s lives.

    • It is a nice house but I think each level is a separate apartment. Thank you for the sweet comment! Also, thank you for thinking of me regarding the challenge, but right now, I am going to have to pass. I am so busy with my weekly FFfAW challenge, and learning these new phones. I hope that is okay with you. Have you had a good day??

      • I think you might be right that each floor is a separate apartment. Oh it’s completely fine about the challenge, didn’t want to leave you out in case it would be something you’d enjoy..but I totally understand being busy!! HA…my day was awesome…when I got home from grocery shopping I said that’s it I’m in now until Monday morning…and I’m so excited about it!! Hope your day was an excellent one too!! xo

  6. Oh no! I wonder how they are going to carry ALL their stuff down the stairs (without lift)! πŸ˜€ She’s rightful to not feel excited about her new house. After all, this is their love nest! πŸ˜€ Lovely story! πŸ˜€ ❀️

  7. I sometimes long for the days when I could fit everything I owned in a couple of bags.

    Those early days were new and exciting for your narrator, but things change and I’m sure she’ll get used to her bigger house with more stuff, and still, hopefully, plenty of love πŸ™‚

  8. Oh I hope they don’t forget the good times despite the inevitable changes. I especially love this line, “Back then, we were too much in love to know the difference.” I always find the idea of being too in love to know and too in love to care amusing. Nice story, PJ πŸ˜€

  9. The most beautiful aspect of your writing is the fact that you write for fun and that means you write for yourself.The day will come when your writing will get publish.
    A beautiful and poignant story πŸ™‚

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