Another month on unemployment.
Another year has come and gone.
The dogs are a year older or nine years older in dog year.
My hair has gradually turned gray.
My car has long been repossessed by the bank, leaving me riding the bus.
The only thing left is this old house I inherited from my great-aunt and very soon, I will lose that too. I have sold it to get myself some funds.
Who knows when that will happen. Who knows when luck will change for me. Who knows when I will once again gain employment.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.