The Struggle – Flash Fiction
for Jeremy’s Weekly Challenge: Picture prompt
Emily sat upon the steps. Life was hard. Too hard sometimes. Since the bust, Johnny had lost his factory job. They moved into the tenement apartment shortly thereafter. Thankfully, the rent was cheap, but the place was a dump. Emily earned just enough to keep them fed with her laundry service. The few remaining wealthy people in the City still needed someone to do their wash.
She went over to the clothesline and unpinned a delicate nightgown. As she folded it, Emily daydreamed about her wedding night. She’d had such a delicate thing then too. Each fine piece of clothing reminded her of the past she gave up to marry a poor factory worker. For love, right? Now he was merely a broken man, in spirit and body. Daily drinking had robbed him of his youth. She sighed as she carried the basket up the stairs and inside.
News on the radio blasted in the kitchen. The factory was to re-open. She looked over at Johnny passed out on the sofa. Wrestled whether or not to tell him. Maybe she would just go back to St. Louis. She laid the beautiful garments inside her client’s trunk. Yes, maybe she would.
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