”Life isn’t going to march to your beat Nellie. Things happen in Divine timing and you need to wait,” my sister preaches. “You can’t just ask for something and expect to get it, you must work for it. Look at how hard I work, and I don’t have everything I want. You think life owes you something,” she drones on while I plan my next blog post in my head.
How the new generation make money. Sounds good.
She is old school and I… well I don’t know why I’m so different. We grew up in the same house, with the same parents, going to the same schools, but she thinks that the only way to go is up early each morning and off to an office where you slave your ass off to make somebody else rich. Earning money from home or freelancing isn’t real work in her mind and she reckons that I will always live with our parents.
“Mails here,” shouts mom, dropping envelopes on the dining table.
I open the two addressed to me and quickly hide the cheque I find for two articles which have been accepted by a national magazine and my statement of royalties for poetry that a famous musician has turned into hits. I have no idea why they insist on snail mail – must be like my sister and afraid of this brave new world that we’re living in. Now I have a 20% deposit for the apartment I was looking at and money left to furnish it.
“I can’t believe it,” my sister shrieks waving a pink piece of paper about. “I have devoted so much time to that company and they don’t even have the decency to tell me to my face that they are letting me go. I can collect my things from reception security tomorrow. Now what am I going to do?”
Divine timing indeed. At least I won’t be living here when she’s home looking for a new job.
by Debbie Gravett © 2019.09.06
FFFC: Flash Fiction Challenge #30
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