The 'Jag'

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


 

The Jag had been the last thing to go.  Right after the job, the apartment on Fifth avenue and the high-end furniture.  Scott had never liked that furniture.  It had been chosen by Moira and was all hard corners and glass.

Now, it was all gone.  The apartment, the car and the furniture, repossessed by the bank.  They had pretended to care that he was unemployed and nearly broke.  He knew it was a false sympathy.  Money was what counted.

“Why don’t you sell the place?”  Moira asked.  “You might get some cash back.”

Scott shrugged.  “Why do their work for them?  They can have it all.”

She had packed her bags and left that night, complaining that he had lost his ambition.

He stayed until the sheriff came with the eviction papers.  It was surprising how little you really needed: one suitcase, his laptop and a ticket to the airport. 

 His mom was sympathetic.  “Come home, Baby.  All you need is right here with us.”

He was looking forward to stretching out on the old green couch, watching the game with his dad, and eating his mom’s fried chicken.

But, he was really going to miss that car.


Submitted: June 21, 2019

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hullabaloo22

Great dialogue for such a short story.

Sat, June 22nd, 2019 5:14pm

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