‘Take care, Isi, my love,’ said Persatus, ‘and take care of our boy,’ he smiled.
Isi’s bump was becoming more pronounced by the day: it would be their first child.
Persatus hated to leave his wife, especially with the threat of more tremors. However, each month he had to travel south to make a collection. What was in the crates wasn’t his place to know or ask.
As another warm autumn Campania sun crept above the horizon, it was time to leave. It would be a full three days until he returned home to Isi; returned home to Pompeii.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.