Friday Fictioneers: Inner Thoughts of an Unemployed

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Another sunrise.

Another day.

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.

(100 words)

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.

17 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Inner Thoughts of an Unemployed

  1. Well done! Thank you for sharing. I guess people don’t really know what being unemployed is like until they’ve experienced it. (At least that’s what I am learning these days.) You’ve captured the struggle quite beautifully.

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    • Thank you and I completely agree. People won’t understand what’s it’s like to be unemployed until it happens. I went through that struggle for a few months early this year and I don’t ever want to experience that again.


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