‘Jack, honey, the men are here about the car.’
Jack’s eyes glanced away from his flickering computer screen towards the study door. Losing the car was a problem, one more headache he could have done without.
It had been nearly six years since one of Jack’s stories made it into print. He desperately needed some luck to fall his way; all he asked for was a solitary, fleeting moment of inspiration; one break so Sue and the kids wouldn’t need to worry about repo men again
Jack’s bloodshot stare returned to the screen. His palms were sweating, heart racing.
An Ace on the flop and all their problems would be over.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.