Good morning A-Zers, and non A-Zers of course 😉 Did you have a nice Easter Sunday? Eat lots of chocolate? I didn’t get an egg but i did eat a whole bag of Revels lol
So today is R day on the A-Z Challenge and its another day of feeling pretty uninspired. Am i just losing it, or does it all depend on my mood?
My random word today is Redundant and my initial idea was about a woman who’s kids had all flown the nest, but that’s too much like my “B” post, Bird.
Ok, here goes…
Harold took his coat from the hook on the back of the kitchen door and kissed his wife Simone on the cheek. As he’d done every morning for 22 years. A job for life at Burns they’d said. Company car, healthcare, pension scheme, and a partnership for the hardworking up and coming lawyer, if he played his cards right. But for the last week Harold had been leaving home at 16 minutes past 7, getting on the tube and then spending every day sitting in the British Museum. There was no longer a job at Burns, no company car, and a pittance of a pension.
“What do you mean the car needs repairs? There’s nothing wrong with it!” Simone whined as Harold requested the keys. She used the car to take her mother shopping twice a week.
“It’s probably just a service, MOT, that kind of thing.”
“But Harold, it’s a brand new car!”
It had been humiliating handing the keys back to Mr Burns Jr.
“I’m so sorry Harold, you know how hard this is for me. My dad would be turning in his grave if he knew I’d had to let you go. But times are hard, and you’ll be fine. Man of your age, 55 is still young nowadays. Or you could just say sod it. Put your feet up, take Simone on a world cruise.” He slapped Harold on the back as he escorted him from the building. “We’ll pay you until the end of the month of course.” Mr Burns lent against his bright red Porsche.
Sitting on a bench in Hyde Park Harold took out his notebook. He checked through the figures he’d written a week ago. Nothing had changed. No matter what way he wrote them it still meant they would have to sell the house. Simone would be devastated. Thirty four years they’d lived there. Brought up their children in that house. It wasn’t just bricks and mortar, it was a home. Simone had worked hard over the years, supporting his late nights at work, making sure he always had a hot meal and a clean shirt. The people at the Social Security office had pointed out that as he owned his home with no mortgage they wouldn’t be able to help. Why had he bothered paying all those taxes?
Harold knew there was only one solution to his problem and as he stood on the edge of the pavement waiting for a bus he hoped Simone would understand.
I’m so sorry….I tried to make Harold’s story a happy one, but, he just didn’t want it to go that way. I guess there are 2 ways it could go, so there may be a glimmer of hope 😉