The commute to work was usually a slow one and Willard figured another cup would at least keep him awake. Willard chuckled at the thought of a slow commute. He walked down his steps to work. Willard lived in a quaint little home with his shop below him in the center of town. Willard sluggishly walked his rounded abdomen down the creaking stairs to greet the produce and merchandise awaiting him. “Mornin’ Willard,” said Joe to the surprise of Willard.
“Jesus Joe! I’m nearly seventy years old with hardly a heart left. Don’t kill me just yet!”
“Aw I’m sorry Sir; I didn’t mean to scare yah.”
“That’s alright Joe. No need to worry.”
“So you’re not going to fire me Sir,” said Joe with a little hope he would.
“Get out of here,” laughed …show more content…
“Finally,” thought Willard out loud. “I couldn’t pay him any longer but couldn’t let him go. How else would he have made any money at all?” Willard, with an air of a short relief, thought of all he could do with the money he now saved. He thought about taking his son to dinner and maybe even a film, the one source of entertainment he so loved. Now a day’s, movies were the only thing that kept him sane. Then, he remembered his financial situation and the excitement subsided. He then thought of all the ways he could kill himself, end it all. This was normal, for Willard; his health the main reason for