Tommy and his mother flicked through Winkleman’s summer catalogue.
‘Is that the watch you want?’
Tommy nodded and smiled. Jessie never could resist that smile – even if it did mean finding an extra fifty dollars before her son’s birthday at the end of the month.
A single knock echoed across the sunlit room.
‘Off you go now, Tommy. Mummy’s got to work.’
Tommy was only eight but he knew what work meant. The kitchen door clicked shut behind him.
Jessie checked her lipstick in the mirror. She was tired of this life, but she wouldn’t let Tommy down – she couldn’t.
These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.