A Toilsome Life

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

I worked all of my life.  Didn’t have time for friends, family—people in general.  I never married nor had children.  I was married to my work.  For years, I toiled.  There seemed to be no end to it and yet, I wasn’t satisfied or content.  If only I had stopped and asked myself, “For whom am I toiling and why am I robbing myself of life’s pleasures?”

Suddenly, I hear someone say, “Good afternoon.  Lovely day, isn’t it?”

I gaze up into a beautiful face framed by silver curls.  She must have been a stunner when she was young.

100 Words

I was inspired by what a wise king said in the book of Ecclesiastes about some people who toil all all of their lives and yet contentment and satisfaction elude them.

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt Here. To read other stories or to participate, click Here.

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