Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. The photo this week was taken by a friend of mine who wished to remain anonymous
This was not how it was supposed to work.
Bill had looked forward to retirement; delayed gratification after years of frugality and self-discipline. He had played by all the rules; maximizing his contributions to his 401K and enduring a job that provided a good paycheck but no joy.
He sacrificed for his wife and children, providing them a good life.
He cared for everyone else for 40 years. Now it was his turn.
But when the diagnosis came back, his dreams died. Parkinson’s. A slow and debilitating disease.
You’re wrong! He protested.
It’s not fair!
Can’t you do anything?
The kind old doctor smiled. There is a way.
The details shocked him, but in the end, he agreed.
He arrived at the station, suitcase in hand. There were many others, like him, traveling to the crossroads. In his pocket was his down-payment; love letters from his wife. His most precious possession.
As the train pulled away, he closed his eyes and thought about what he was about to do. Once the contract was signed, he would have ten years of health, happiness, and prosperity.
It was his due, after all.
Who wouldn’t sell their soul for that?
Word Count = 196