Revolution – #WOW555

This week’s challenge, interestingly enough, dealt with New Year’s Resolutions.

“It’s that time of year again, when we look at where we’ve been, where we are, and where we want to be. That’s the whole idea behind resolutions, right?

For this week’s prompt, let’s explore that idea a bit. You can choose the direction of the story, but you must include the word Resolution in your story and there should be a balloon somewhere (because you were so successful in your uplifting stories I want to celebrate!). Love them, bash them, do what you like with them but resolutions are a fact of life at this time of year.”

I think I fulfilled those requirements, albeit in quite a different way….

Sales and life on the road had drained the life out of Frank. He had endured missed birthdays, family holidays, weddings and all kinds of special events all to put food on the table and a roof over their heads. Now he was sitting on the bed in another sterile hotel room, looking at the blank TV, getting ready to “celebrate” New Year’s and wondering why.

He stared at the check in his hand. This pittance, and the cliched, “Thanks for everything but we no longer want you” letter was all that was left of his miserable career. He longed for a cigarette. He hadn`t smoked for almost a year to honor his little girl’s request, but now, what did it matter? There were two problems. First, his hotel, like practically all hotels these days were non-smoking. That had made it easier to honor his princess’s request. The second reason was that he didn’t even have that emergency pack he used to keep in case he had a day like today. He wasn’t getting out in this bitter cold weather for anything.

Thoughts of how his family would be better off without him flitted through his mind. Then he laughed at the irony when he realized that he had let his life insurance lapse. He took a deep breath as he realized what he would have to do. He wiped away the tears that had formed in thecornersr of his eyes and pulled out his phone. He stared at it as if willing it to ring so that he wouldn’t have to make the call.

The ring startled him. He let it ring a couple of times so he could compose himself. Minnie always let Beth talk to him first and 8 year old girls shouldn’t have to hear a depressed daddy. “Hey babe!” he said hiding his feelings. “Are you being good for mommy?”

“Yes daddy. And I want you to make a revolution.”

Frank smiled for the first time since his meeting. Beth always said revolution instead of resolution. “What is it this year, honey?”

“I want you to stay home.”

Frank gulped. “I’ll do my best, hon. Let me tak to mommy.”

“Oh Frank, I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you please quit your job. The results cameback from daddy’s balloon cath came back today. He really needs you to run the shop.” He heard a sniff at the other end of the line. “And I need your support.”

Frank looked to the heavens and thanked God. I’ll be home tomorrow, hon. We’ll talk about why I’ll finally say yes.”