Friday Fictioneer: The Commute


The Commute

I remember the day when I walked to work, ten blocks, rain or shine, or freezing cold, for $1.90 an hour.

There were years of learning, years of no work, a college degree, and plenty of life’s experience.

There were times I thought to quit. But something deep inside refused to let go. When I failed, I didn’t walk away. I picked myself up, regrouped and kept going.

I had a vision. Few thought I’d make it. They now work for me.

Instead of walking ten blocks, I take my jet from my Wyoming ranch to work.

The End


Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play.

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