It was just as I imagined: the perfect starter home for a new family. Jeff and I both wanted to wait at least two years before having kids. About three years after that, we’d try for our second, and it would be time to look for something with more space.
Because of his travel, Jeff worried about me being at home alone so a third floor condo was the perfect solution. The open, spacious floor plan would be ideal for hosting dinner parties and get-togethers with family and friends. I visualized the perfect location for our Christmas tree. This condo offered a bird’s eye view of the courtyard.
This place was perfect.
“Can the space be modified to accommodate her wheelchair?” My mother asks the realtor.
I tune out the response, focused on the courtyard. Even if the condo could accommodate my wheelchair, I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel at home here. The same accident that claimed by ability to walk also robbed me of Jeff and the life we’d envisioned.
Word count: 174
This is my offering for the 114th Challenge of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. Many thanks to Yarnspinner for this week’s prompt.
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