As directed by The Daily Prompt
Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion.
Slightly apprehensively, he opens the envelope.
“Hope it’s not another damn bill!” He thinks to himself, heartily sick and tired of the monthly merry-go-round of pinching from Peter to pay Paul, juggling all the knives in the air, and never being able to take a breather.
He removes the paper in the envelope. And gets the surprise of his life!
“I won!! I can’t believe it, I won!!”
The competition he entered a few months ago, a competition that promised to take him on s great train journey, the likes of the Orient Express, has selected him as the grand prize winner.
He just needs to go to their offices to pick up the itinerary and be ready to board the train in 2 week’s time.
Slowly he sits down on the threadbare couch, blindly staring at the first piece of good news he’s had in the past few years, trying to figure out how he was going to add this knife to his growing collection of swords pointing directly at his heart. Get leave from work, or try to at least. Can he afford to take unpaid leave if they don’t want to give him the few days? Who will look after the flat?
Then again. Nobody will miss him. No kids, no wife. no animals, just a few plants on the brink of death. Maybe not even the boss all that much, but he will do what he has to to get this done…
2 weeks later.
He’s standing at the station, tickets in hand, suitcase standing next to him. The life he’s leaving behind nothing but a faint memory.
They would not give him leave. Not even unpaid leave.
He looked at this situation and realised he was not going anywhere. He was not accomplishing anything other than digging the hole even deeper that it already is.
Quit the dead end job he’s been sitting in for the past 10 years, collected the pension payout, paid all the bills, sold everything not worth keeping, and here he stands.
The only things he owns in the entire world, are the tickets for his journey, the suitcase filled with clothes, and a few photo albums stored in a secure locker at the station.
Dazedly, he hears the whistle blow to board the train. “I’m free” he thinks.
I’m completely and utterly free…