This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less using the picture prompt below.

On that fateful morning of his thirtieth birthday, in a room bare of everything except their sleeping bags, he finally realized that they would be homeless. Their landlord had dumped everything on the street the night before. Even the child’s highchair they had bought for their expected child.
He had always though that the jobs they both had were recession proof. He had always dismissed his wife’s nagging to “save for a rainy day.”
Beside him his wife rubbed her bulging stomach. “Honey, it’s starting to rain,” she said in a sad voice that could not hide her fear.
Such a sad state of affairs!
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Heartbreaking in its realism, Danny.
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Aww. A touching story.
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I pray they have a way to afford at least a storage unit for their stuff until they figure out what next. That poor unborn will soon be entering a harsh world 😦 Good and timely story, Danny.
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well done. seems our minds were on a similar track with this one. Hope they find help
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Homeless charities are going to be inundated.
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Sadly, this scene is playing out across the country. Well written.
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Thanks for the nice comment.
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I like the “rainy day” thing you did. I wonder how many people are in the same boat at the moment, or soon may be?
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So tragic and reminds of those who thought their jobs were safe but found them not to be during the pandemic. It also speaks to man’s inhumanity. Well written!
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Many thanks for the nice comment.
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So much for a civilised society when people are treated as trash.
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Good work, frightening.
Thanks for sharing.
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Oh, so sad. I’ve goosebumps 😢
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Dark and true. Nicely done.
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