Tears were running down her cheeks. Soon all their belongings would be crammed into a storage unit.
“Just a small hiccup, don’t worry, the bank will work with us,” he had said, and now, somebody else will move into the beautiful house, they had called home for so many years.
Her Dad had warned her, “He is no good,” he had said, but she didn’t want to hear it.
He was a gambler, and now all was lost.
A soft ring interrupts her thoughts; slowly she picks up the phone. It’s him.
“Hello….” she whispers.
“Honey, guess what? You won’t believe it?
(Word Count: 101)
Time flies lately. It’s Wednesday again and it’s time for another 100-word story.
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Make Every Word Count!