Suspended | A flash fiction story
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Jane ran into the living room as soon as Drawde stepped into the apartment. She dried her hands on her apron, her hair up in a bun. "Did you get the job?" She bit her lip.
His eyes drifted to the floor as he closed the door behind him. He slowly shook his head and flopped onto the couch.
Jane sighed and sat down next to him. "Oh, baby. It's gonna be fine. It was a bad job, anyway."
He dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "There is no bad job. The bad thing is having to work."
She did her best to wear a comforting expression, but his mind was elsewhere.
"Besides," he continued, "money is real short. I'm not sure I can pay my subscription."
"Hey!" She snapped her fingers and he finally looked her in the eyes — her warm, hopeful eyes.
"Whatever happens, you'll always have me."
As soon as she finished the sentence, she disappeared from the room. In her place, there was a floating red sign that read: "Sorry! Your hologram services have been suspended for lack of payment. Your services will be resumed once HoloMax identifies your payment. Thank you."
Drawde punched the couch. "Shit!"
